I love Halloween. In the big lead up to the old 3-1, I tend to have a few scary movie marathons.
This year, however, these movie marathons are taking place mostly by myself, in my apartment.
I called Diego today in an effort to get out of my previously-mentioned funk. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Watching The Ring," I replied, my eyes glued to the screen as Naomi Watts confronts the suicidal horsebreeder who is about to electrocute himself in a bathtub. (Sorry ... uh, spoiler alert? At what point do you have to warn people about upcoming plot points in a movie that's nearly 10 years old?)
"Uh ... are you sure that's a good idea?" Diego said hesitantly.
"I don't know. Watching scary movies alone in an apartment? When you're depressed?"
I shrugged. "Well, it's just The Ring. Not Sophie's Choice."
"Are you going to go see Paranormal Activity 2 this week?"
"Remember how you had to sneak into your thirteen-year-old brother's room after watching the first one? Who is going to convince you there isn't a demon ghostie in your apartment when you live alone?"
Another shrug. "I don't know, I live across the street from a Catholic church. I could just run over there where it's safe."
"I think maybe you should go rent Hocus Pocus."
To do this week:*
1. Give blood
2. Volunteer at the Habitat for Humanity build site
3. Work on my pro bono cases
* There's this theory that when you feel crappy about yourself, you can get over it by helping others. I am not sure that is true. I cleaned the Ronald McDonald House last weekend, and I can tell you, I was still depressed, and stinky.
I'll let you know how it goes this week.