DaVinci Envy

I just got done watch the DaVinci Code. It is late here and I'm completely exhausted. In case you've never made somebody before, let me tell you that this business of people production is hard ass fucking work. You'd never know it from looking at me lounging on the couch, munching popcorn while staring blankly at the telly, but trust me, I'm working harder than you. I think I must have made some major internal organ today because I'm just wiped.

Anyway, though, the Code. Though I heard it sucked, I was not disappointed in the movie. I was far more disappointed in the book. Perhaps because I had heard that the book was so good and, well, sadly, it sucked. But when I heard the movie sucked and it was mediocre, then I was delighted.

And now, at 11:30pm, my son has awoken, ready to start his day. This is his new routine. Lovely, eh? So I will cut this short and allow you to talk amongst yourselves. Dan Brown is a suck ass author. Jealously? Perhaps.