Today, we made a matinée of Persichetti, Ramsey, and Rothman's Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, and – despite the shitty little screen we saw it on – it more than made up for the fiasco of Mortal Engines. Brilliant. Utterly fucking brilliant. Definitely my favorite superhero film since the first Guardians of the Galaxy, and it's just a delight to watch, every moment a feast for the eyes. It's one of those very rare films, like The Matrix or The Nightmare Before Christmas, that left me thinking, "I've never seen that before."
Last night, I went back on the Gabapentin. No, that didn't last long, did it?
I never did mention that our Christmas tree went up...when was that? The 16th, I think. Which was Sunday. We almost didn't find a nice small one, we waited so long this year. We'll be doing Christmas Eve here, just me and Spooky and the cats, then heading to my Mom's on Christmas Day. This will be the first time I've been with my family on Christmas since 1999.