So last night, I got home from work and plopped down on the couch. I wanted to watch the episodes on On Demand of Ax Men, but instead, Jeff suggested I watched The Terminator to prepare myself for Terminator 4 that we’re going to see tonight.

So I do something I rarely do: I listened to Jeff, and sat down to watch a movie (that wasn’t about love and happiness) BY MYSELF (Jeff was out helping a client) and actually enjoyed it.

Jeff got home 3/4 of the way through the first one, and REALLY wanted to watch Terminator 2. By this time, it was nearly 8:30, so I agreed to watch an hour of Terminator 2. I could finish the rest today, of course. Right?

Wrong. Firstly, Terminator 2 wasn’t on Instant Netflix, which meant I had to wait for Jeff to run to Blockbuster (in Hollywood, how cliché) and THEN Cor and Andrew got home JUST IN TIME to join us. Which meant I was in it for the long haul. Of course, Jeff is a liar and said the movie was 1 hour and 45 minutes, when really it is 2 hours and 17 minutes. Corelyn cut out early, but I had to watch the whole thing. So, needless to say, it was around 11:45 when I got up from the couch, and declared, “Jeff, you’re driving me to work in the morning.”

Which he did. And he let me sleep on the way.

And I loved both movies, and I loved the story. What a fascinating idea– time travel, future controlled by robots, trying to change fate, and realizing it changes nothing at all? I wonder what people thought when they saw the original–it’s not like nowadays, when we’re begging for the sequels to STOP already, or when we know exactly how many movies they’ll be based on the book series that goes along with the movies. I wonder if people knew it’d still be going on, twenty five years later?

Still, I can’t help but wonder if my sneezy face and tiredness was a bad decision–I am going to be up watching Terminator 4 tonight.

Oh well, such is life.