  Mr. Maine brought over The Godfather box set and Scarface last night. I'd never seen either (insert gasps of shock and horror here, about how I managed to go 23 years without at least seeing The Godfather ). At least now I've seen The Godfather . I don't know if I'll make it through the rest of the box set, although Mr. Maine left it here.
Well, actually, I do know: I'm not going to make it through the rest of the box set. I didn't dislike the movie, but I can definitely see how it's a guy's movie. I might have to watch it again just to iron out a few plot points, but the beginning was so slow . It got infinitely better once people started dying. Mr. Maine was at the library until 10 working on his note for law review, so while I waited I watched The Big Lebowski .
I haven't seen that movie since I was in high school, but damn. I need to buy the DVD. I was dying, cracking up on my couch. Now I'm off to the library to work on a settlement letter for legal writing. Problem: I forgot to get my new exam number. This means I cannot get it until 9 AM Monday, when my professor's assistant's office opens up. Our letter is due 9 AM Monday. Damnit. I hate to lose points on something so stupid as being late. Note to self: Get shit together. 
