Last night I saw a 10 pm showing of "Slumdog Millionnaire" with Chava.
I felt like such a party animal, leaving my house at 9:30! Whew! :-)
The movie was intense. I see why it won Best Picture, but it was disturbing.
I went to sleep around 2 am (party animal!) and woke up at 1:15 in the afternoon (teenager!)
I had nightmares about babysitting for an adorable baby, and it disappears mysteriously while I'm brushing my teeth and dies, and I'm guilty of negligent homicide. Like I said, the movie was quite disturbing. Also I think my mind is still processing that horrible article about how easy it is to forget a child in a car.