sometimes the weekend is too short, but other times…it drags on forever. this weekend seemed to stretch out well past reason. not to say i didn't have any fun…it was just…incredibly long.

thursday night i sat at home with "the girl" (who isn't really the girl, which i'm pretty much reminding myself constantly) and watched vertigo. it was a nice night. it has to be my favorite hitchcock movie, hands down. jimmy stewart throws down his best performance ever. his complex, haunted scotty is simply mesmerizing. i'm pretty sure the girl liked the movie, as well.

friday sean and i drove up to cincy to catch hey mercedes at bogarts. the show was sold out and the place was absolutely packed. i wish i had taken the joycam. we watched from the back of the stage and it was just a sea of kids. it was completely insane. hey mercedes rocked the house, as did saves the day. thursday didn't play because their singer was sick the day before. from what i hear, he spent four hours in the hospital in colombus, oh with a stomach flu. doesn't sound fun. thanks to tucker for loaning us his pass to get sean out of that horrendous line.

saturday i was going to hang out with the girl again, but she cancelled. i didn't really talk to her, after that. i ended up sitting at home, watching cops and playing grand theft auto 3. i also watched part of stripes and then helped scott move his gigantic mattress thing. talk about your fun weekend activities.

and now…work. when i stopped off to get the mocha, this morning, i noticed that they had big cut-out toy soldiers in front of the coffee shop. this was neat until i noticed…one of them has a happy face, while the other is clearly frowning. why the hell would a christmastime toy soldier be frowning? i asked the girls in the coffee shop about, and apparently it was an issue with them, as well. one of the girls even decided she was going to draw a smile on a piece of paper and tape it over the soldier's face. sounds kind of like a forced happiness, to me. maybe he's just suffering from the traditional "holiday depression."

hey, toy soldier…are you down for the same reasons i am? well buck up, champ…it only gets worse.