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Saturday night in Windsor

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Windsor, 2005.01.29

This evening, after a day spent visiting with my girlfriend's grandmother and aunt, we all went to see Hotel Rwanda. It was an excellent movie, with an outstanding performance in particular by Don Cheadle.

After this, I accepted my girlfriend's grandmother's challenge to a game of Scrabble. And in a runaway route, I defeated the champ on her home turf with a score of 264. Probably one of my best games of Scrabble, ever.

After that, my girlfriend and I caught a couple of episodes of the third season of "Six Feet Under" on my laptop. It ran just fine for a couple of hours without power. W'hoo!

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov