I woke up very late this morning, and consequently showed up to work looking extremely harried and sweaty with my poofhair poorly hidden under a hat that didn't match my clothes. But when I got here and started flipping through channels (yeah, I watch a lot of tv at work, and its rotrotrotting my brain) and found Little Women on.
This movie came out when I was twelve years old, which was the perfect age for me to get obsessed with it. I'm not even sure what made me love it so much, its got great characters, but quite frankly it doesn't really mesh with the other stuff I was into when I was twelve (Christopher Pike & R.L.Stine.) I guess it just a classic; so transcendent it doesn't even matter that its a slow moving story about four little girls growing up.
Anyways, cross your fingers that I get through Wednesday without screwing anything else up too badly. A baby's life hangs in the balance.