I didn't mean, you know,
I didn't mean, you know, *little*. I meant, you know, low-budget...ly... cult.
Yesterday evening I settled down in front of the original Night of the Living Dead with a bowl of shrimp cocktail, a bottle of red wine, and a stack of papers to peer edit. It was very relaxing in a grown-up domestic sort of way. Then I went to the bar and played darts with Jenny for a couple of hours and that was relaxing in a smokey dirty bar sort of way. Both were nice.
