In Bruges

I saw In Bruges today. The story is about two Irish hitmen who are sent to Bruges to cool their heels after a hit went bad. One of the guys enjoys sightseeing in Bruges; the other thinks that he's in hell.

But that isn't the whole movie. By the end of the movie, it takes a crack at sin, guilt, atonement, and redemption. The ending has more twists than a corkscrew.

It's one of the more unique movies that I've seen (though it sounds like damning with faint praise). I'm glad that I saw it.

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We're more than our fate.

Chop wood file paper

I've been filing a box full of papers. To me, it seems like one of the most tedious tasks imaginable. I find myself finding reasons to take a break.

For some reason, I was remembering when I was driving that really scary road up to Fort Bragg. In the middle of driving, I felt that I couldn't go any farther. Then I told myself that my choices were driving out or walking out, and driving was faster. So I managed to drive the rest of the way because I didn't have much choice.

I've been telling myself that I don't have a choice but to file paper, and it seems to be helping. I need to tell myself that I don't have a choice but to paint the condo when I'm ready.

And now I'll be quiet and go to sleep -;)