Ugh. I just didn't want to get out of my bed this morning. It was warm and I had snuggles and while I don't hate my job or anything, it is not warm and snuggles would definitely be inappropriate.
This weekend was alright. Saw Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark on Saturday. It is just not good. It's not suspenseful enough for adults who read it as a kid and it's too intense for the kid demographic. The overarching story to tie the anthology together is not interesting. The kids have no chemistry together. I was skeeved out at the fact that I thought the main kids were around 13-15 and the "young romance" was with an 18+ year old (since the character is running from the draft). There were some moments, but I was very disappointed, just as a reader of the original books and as a huge fan of Guillermo del Toro.
We had to cancel our float trip on Sunday b/c of rain, which sucked. So, K and I went out to a nice brunch and saw Toy Story. They were being very sweet to me, for various reasons I don't feel like discussing, but I deserved being treated a little bit more special than usual.
Toy Story is magnificent, but I'm still processing my emotions. No spoilers, but it's a very fine ending to the series; it just made me sad to have such a definite goodbye to such beloved characters. I was nearly ugly crying.
Other than that, we binge watched the new season of Wentworth that dropped on Netflix. Watching all the way to the season ending 2 parter -- we didn't start that b/c it was too late, but I'm sure we'll watch it tonight.