  That’s only half true, of course. My pants were clean, but nothing else was. I’m thinking that there is some deeper significance to my new, dirty habit.
Then again, I may just be lazy. Robin and I have decided to stop going to movies every weekend. Most movies we go to, I don’t even want to see. It’s just, with so little to do in this sad excuse for a city, movies are easy.
It’s a way to be with your friends through the weekend. The downside is, there is no talking or emotional engagement involved. You sit in front of a screen, have some mindlessly predictable plot fed to you for two hours, and drink coffee later. The cycle of our nights is painfully monotonous. I’m not really sure if we’re against big business or just burned out on that scene. Really, twelve-year-olds with their supercharge hormones are not my kind of people. So, on Saturday, we went to Huckleberrys, the best organic store in town, for the acoustic show.
And it was far better than any Ashton Kutcher blockbuster. There’s a small, informal restaurant inside with the absolute best vegan meal in town—the eggless egg sandwich. It was superb. The band was great, lots of older “granola-eating, Birkenstock-wearing, liberal-hippies” (reference from my father) playing really excellent bluegrass stuff. This morning I survived church without throwing something heavy and destructive toward the altar. I smoked some with my brother, talked about the Sasquatch festival in July (KATE: I am very stupid and for some reason thought it was next month.
I was wrong . ) Robin and I dropped the new resolution to avoid to cinema and saw Eternal Sunrise of the Spotless Mind. Clementine, in the film, is both the woman I want to be and the woman I fear I am. I love her for her style; deconstructed, confident, opinionated, bold. But to all these things there is fault, and a lot of those faults I see in myself; stubborn, obnoxious, overbearing, compulsive. I just hope that I find a balance so I don’t fuck things up like in the movie. Especially if I ever meet a man like Jim’s character; complex, honest, loving, thoughtful.
It isn’t often that I see a film that I feel. By that I mean, I actually had a response to the film, as opposed to sympathetic weeping. I really felt for every character, related to the small nuisances and the quirks. All in all, it was an excellent movie that I plan to analyze in long coffee talks with Robin. And, of course, see again. Affectionately… Anna 
