Today, I actually saw a movie based on a book, that I actually haven't read. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy sucked, however. I feel like I have to read the book now, because my husband liked it so. I told him I thought it was very annoying to have to sit through such a lousy movie when my knee was aching so darned much. He did stop at the pharmacy and pick me up some percocet. I took one, went home and slept three hours.

I woke up feeling very guilty -- and said,"Why'd you let me sleep so long?" He said,"You were tired, so I let you sleep." And then the man had the gall to have dinner already started.

Geesh!

I think I'm being lined up for mercy sex, despite the sore knee.

Heh.