I'm watching one of my favorite films, "Lost in Translation". You know, the one that Sophia Coppola did with Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson? I fell in love with that film the first time that I saw it. It's a film where's like either you feel it or you don't. Yeah, there's no explosions or wild sex or non-stop slapstick comedy. However, this film does have a soul. Two people in a foreign land, married to different people. Alone. Lonely. Empty. Somehow they find each other. Then, things aren't so bad, at least for a little while anyway. It's not a sexual connection. It's a bond based on the knowledge that there is at least one other person, if only for a few moments in time, understand you. It gives me a little faith in the human condition.

Another Saturday off. The thing I wish that my employer would do is pay us weekly. Seems like more people would have a better chance in organizing their money that way. Then again, maybe I'm full of crap.

Just been a bit concerned lately. I still haven't heard from my friend who lives on the beach on the Florida Coast. I know that Hurriance Charley was a sumbitch. I just hope that she's okay.
I haven't heard from another one of my buds in a week. Dunno if she's alive or dead. I hope she's okay. Then there is Pook, who is trying to get through the idea that she's going to have to do insulin shots for the rest of her life. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make her anxiety go away. Then again, between work and money, I'm not doing too well myself. But, I'm trying though. I'm trying to think happy thoughts and not get too distracted. I guess life will always have a little drama in it. The trick is how you deal with it. Then again, maybe I'm full of crap on that, too.