Last night I went out with Cousin Chris to see a movie that I would have never gone to see normally (Rush Hour 2). I can't say that it was a spectacular movie or anything, but I have to admit that the lightness of this movie is exactly what I needed. Before the movie I ate an entire plate of the hottest Chicken Vindaloo I have every eaten in my entire life. Tears were flowing out of eyes, sweat poured from my forehead, I used up my alloted amount of napkins quickly to contol my nose leakage, and the room shifted back and forth like in the peak of an acid trip, but I would not stop eating until it was gone. Anyway, if Chris is reading this, even though I looked and acted like a zombie from hell during the meal and before the movie, I am glad that we decided to go out and do something.