  On Friday, I saw "Garden State. " It was very good. Although there were flaws, they were acceptable since this was Zach Braff's first movie, and since its beauty and spectacle decisively outweighed them. Yesterday, Jonny and I went to Rockport. That was fun, notwithstanding some vomitrocious occurences. I wish I could have stayed there longer. We saw "De-Lovely," which reminded me of how bad movies could get. It also reinforced my opinion of music from musicals. I won't get too specific, but let's just say it sucks more suckily than the suckiest suckfest that ever sucked. Yeah, I know, I've used that phrase too much. Today (after returning from Rockport), I saw "The Hunting of the President" at the Coolidge Corner Theatre, the only location near me at which it's playing anymore.
I liked it; its points were much less far-out than "Farenheit 9/11" (whose message was nonetheless true), and I think all or the far majority were accurate. If Steph had gone to it, though, she probably would have exploded à la fembots. Tomorrow, I hope to start my work. I also hope to write something. We'll see how those go. 
