Follow Me Into Disaster

Cloverfield was not exactly what I had expected. To be fair, I had actually expected worse, seeing as how the last mainstream thing I dragged people along to was the horrible, horrible National Treasure 2. This one was a masterpiece in comparison.

The filming really was effective, I felt rather dizzy leaving the movie theathre, and it made everything seem a little more frightening. I might also end up having nightmares from the spiderlike creatures that bit people. I am not usually big on monster flicks, but I guess this one was ok. Will move back to the narrower shelves from now on, though, as the movies I have a good gut feeling of up front always turn out to be the best ones.

Speaking of nightmares, I woke up in the middle of the night last night screaming. There's this one older guy at my work who for some reason was in the spare bedroom of my apartment (although it wasn't him, it was some grey haired actor I don't remember the name of), and he was sitting in my office chair with his back turned to me.

I knew there was something horribly wrong with him, but I couldn't turn the chair around so he would look at me. And then there was something with his hair that I don't remember and I woke up with a scream halfway out my throat and my neighbours probably wondering who the hell was being murdered in our building. I kept on dreaming all through the night, but that is the only one I remember much of. Hope tonight will be a bit calmer, or I won't profit much from being home early today in the morning.

Tomorrow I have _nothing_ on my schedule. This is heaven. Saturday is the Middlesbrough game, and Sunday I again have _nothing_ :D

Should you want to tap into today's mood, Pete Yorn - Musicforthemorningafter is the right choice of record. It's always the right choice of record, actually, but some days more so than others. One of my most listened to albums ever.