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I'm not doing anything. Worthwhile. I've watched the following movies since I've been here: Wimbledon, War of the Worlds, The Company, Bewitched, Cinderella Man, Anchorman, Dodgeball, Chasing Liberty, Love Don't Cost a Thing, Inherit the Wind, American Splendor, 1/2 of The Terminal, and a lot of others I'm just not remembering now. Because there have been so many, most of which were not great movies, some of which were downright stupid. And still, I can't wait till July 15, because about 10 movies I want to see are coming out. It's a good thing Kelly works in a theater, or else I couldn't afford to go to Mexico.

What's wrong with me? I'll tell you what: I'm a lazy bastard with no work ethic or self-discipline. I've also watched most of Wimbledon (the tennis tournament, not the decently enjoyable romantic comedy) 2 episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm (about which I feel absolutely no guilt because it's so great) and most of Season 3 of The Gilmore Girls (which I only do late at night when I can't sleep because I haven't done anything all day to tire me out).

I vow to be better. I'm going to the beach later and I'll read Dickens instead of something from Oprah's bookclub.

The weather has been weird here. All cold and rainy. At least not 90 and humid, I suppose. I'm going to play golf tomorrow, actually play not just drive the golf cart and commiserate, with my mom and step-dad and little brother. That'll be exciting.

Here's a fun story about my step-dad: yesterday, he was playing golf with his friend, Mr. B. Denny had a 17-foot put to make. He told Mr. B. that if he made it, Mr. B. would have to make his next drive with his dick out (Den said "unit" when he told us the story, but he also said he used another word when he made the bet. This is a question for pondering, what slang term for penis does one's step-father use when talking to his friends?). Anyway, Den made the put and Mr. B. stepped up to the next tee and sung in more ways than one. Guys are totally gross.