Wednesday night, I slept 6.5 hours. Thursday night, I slept 7.5. Then, last night, I got my meds off and only managed about 4.5, finally drifting off sometime after 6:30 a.m. That little setback aside, I'm hoping that I'm through the worst of the insomnia.
There's still a fucking scaffold outside my office window, even though we've not seen the painters in almost two weeks. I keep waiting for it to come down, peeling that side of the house away with it.
Spooky's on her way down to her parents' for her Xmas family thing.
Yesterday, we made a 2:45 p.m. matinee of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, and it was in all ways magnificent. Finally, a truly worthy successor to The Empire Strikes Back. For my part, at least, it was worth the thirty-four year wait. I was delighted. I had not dared to believe I would love the film half as much as I did. Unfortunately, not having slept much last night, I don't find myself feeling especially capable of talking about it. I adored Rey, and Kylo Ren is, I think, the first sexy villain we've seen in any of the seven films. J.J. Abrams has done what George Lucas proved (four times now) he was no longer capable of doing – fashioning a great Star Wars "episode." If I have any complaint at all – other than the fact that it was shot digital for 3D (I saw it in 2D) – it's that Gwendoline Christie was stuck under that ridiculous helmet the whole time, which was an awful waste. I think I might sum up how I feel about the film by saying that it brought us forward to place where we could look back, make peace with the past and the old heroes, and then move forward into a new story. It advances. And It shatters the stultifying and convoluted prison of lore that in which Lucas embedded "episodes" 1-3.
I was excited to learn that Rian Johnson (Brick, The Brothers Bloom, and Looper) will be writing and directing Episode VIII
Oh, and Kathryn took this goofy photo of me waiting for the film to begin.