I'm just all over the place and yet, never left the house

I spent the day trying in vain to finish reading a book on horror films and watching The Lord of the Rings trilogy. I swore I'd never watch all three back to back again after doing it four years ago (almost to the day, actually) in a theater. By the end, my legs didn't want to work and I had almost no feeling in them (at one point, my cellphone vibrated in my pocket and I thought I was having a stroke or something).

But, I got sucked in. I forgot how much I liked those movies. I associate a lot of good times and good laughs with those films. Good memories. It's a warm fuzzy for me.

I wasn't a total sloth, though. I cleaned my room today. I am a master at accumulating dust. There was a lot of it.

And I figured out why my right knee has been hurting me the past couple of weeks. What it boils down to is that I've been sleeping with my knee locked. Now that I've realized this, I can fix it. Hopefully.

Carrie is reminding me again that my thought pattern is defective. Why must she burst my bubble? I'm trying to fake normal here.

This post has not been nearly as coherent as I had hoped. Damn.