The raid dominated my night again. I couldn't, in good conscience, go off to sleep without doing something, so with a good faith effort, I managed to salvage the day in the wee hours of night. If I could finish up an article and apply to several jobs in thirty minutes, why couldn't I do that earlier? Sometimes, it takes these kinds of situations to reveal to us to true limit of our capabilities.
For a Thursday though, I didn't get as much done as I would've liked. I mentioned earlier that I should get into the habit of closing activities, but my horror movie schedule is something that requires me to be like gum. I gotta stick to it. I didn't do a double or triple header, but I at least kept myself from falling behind.
I watched Diabolique, a French suspense-thriller in the vein of Hitchcock. It's a black and white foreign language film, the kind you'd expect to find in the collection of a snooty film connoisseur. It's quite well regarded and I could see why. It's unfortunate then that I compromised my own viewing experience by watching the film in broken spurts over two days. I have a good memory so it's not a problem for me to string the scenes together, but movies weren't meant to be watched like this. Next time, I just gotta bunker down and focus.
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