triple feature

Today I needed a pretty comprehensive distraction.  GREAT SUCCESS!  It's alright, I'm happy to step up to a challenge to change patterns of old behaviors that have gotten me no where.  What started off as a trip to Target turned into seeing three movies.  I was planning to go see a movie today anyways not just... three.  I really enjoy binging on all the crappy looking "horror" movies the only difference was I used to watch them once they were available on demand on Comcast.  I played the "you've never seen a movie at this theater" card and bought a ticket to see Let Me In.  It was a cool concept but not enough action.   OH OH! I forgot.  Lots of espresso.  Then I wandered back down, looked at the times and deciding only to watch the crappy movies I wouldn't really want to take someone to, I picked Devil, a bought another ticket.  I liked this movie the best.  The movie had healthy levels of suspense, brutality, recovery references? and even an actor from one of my favorite movies, Supertroopers, (the snozzberries kid).  For the grand finale, I decided to see Case 39 (unitalicized for a reason).  Non-deserving of proper punctuation. Side note: I looked up proper MLA format to make sure I was correct and happily found my memory to be pretty intact.  I remember when I was using last year, I couldn't remember in general and it irked me so much I just said the hell with it and continued using.  How foolish I was!  Well, today I've found more faith in myself just as the JFT said.  When I went to Starbucks downstairs to get my third drink, the girl looked at me as if I was crazy, and in my defense I barely touched the drink (its still sitting my car, I'll drink it tomorrow).  Back to Case 39.  I would not recommend this movie to anyone.  Now I'm a la casa, winding down with disc 1 of Buffy season 5.  Did not even shop at Target haha.  Tomorrow's a new day.  I also was planted with a situation that caused me to think wow, I'm pretty revolted, but not sure where to direct the feeling.  I'm pretty embarrassed by the outcome...and out of a pair of nice sunglasses I was fond of.  I don't just lose my sunglasses.  Remind me not to put stuff down around strangers in the theater.  Note, I am not one hundred percent sure that they were yoinked but its the first thing I've lost in recovery.  Funny thing, it didn't bother me as much as I thought.  I remember tearing up my apartment, accusing everyone of stealing from me, checking my friends friends pockets, only to find what I lost where I hide it.   I'd always be hiding things when I was loaded and then forget where I put it.  This occurred on several occasions.  Several painfully embarrassing occasions.  Today I am grateful to have roommates I trust around my personal items and thats what matters.  I was just pissed slightly, it was basically losing a bill.  I'll accept it as a life lesson nothing more nothing less.  Repeating the same mistakes, expecting different results, INSANITY!  Sort of a good mantra.