Fuck all, I already read the book. And I rented Mr. Deeds from my library, which rocks because I didn't know they had it. Now I can watch it and be ready when Mr. Deeds (Does Not Go to Town) comes to theaters. Because everybody knows the Capra version just as Mr. Deeds, the Sandler version, in keeping with convention, must adapt the longer moninker in common usage.
So, I walked to tha Illage and scouted the bins and worked up a heady thirst. I'm disappointed by the unavailability of Snapple Rain, but I got a Fire instead. Then, when I got home, I drank about a quart of apple juice. Damn, I was thirsty. I made record time home across the Bridge, though. Probably shed some pounds.
Along with Mr. Deeds, I grabbed Hanniblah just since it was there, and picked up two quarter paperbacks (Delores Clairborne and The Exorcist). Plus, I put in an order for Solaris, in both media. I talked the ear off the poor cute blonde highschooler that works there because I am SO LONELY for someone to listen to my ramblings about how it's cool that there is this song that is so closely adapted to this movie based on this really cool book idea.
Yay, John Barleycorn live on my TV!
