Not the Cheryl Crow version

I feel like today is going to be a day that I sit around and don't do much of anything at work, since I have already put in a full 15 hours of actual work this week. So, I will probably blog a lot. About nothing.

Last night I watched, for the first time, Leaving Las Vegas. I always thought I had checked it out already, I realize now I was confusing it with Con-Air. I am not sure why. Anyways, this movie was so incredibly sad. It was like watching two hours of the show Intervention. Only with attractive people. Nic Cage is a raging alcoholic. And not in the fun sort of way. Elizabeth Shue is a hooker. They fall in love, she takes care of him. He can't quit drinking, she understands and accepts him-- DTs, sweaty pits, falling through glass tables love. You have to understand, I usually bubblegum my life up with love stories like Atonement and The Notebook. I would say this tops both in the love department. Anyone can love a babe like Noah Calhoune but, really, I think this is more of the love story that is more commonplace in modern times. Hookers and alcoholics.

I'm off to vote in a little while. I hope they let me. I never changed my voter ID out of my maiden name. Because I am lazy. I might have to call CNN's hotline.