I even went to the doctor.  I never go to the doctor unless I'm dying or my throat hurts like hell (so far it's only been for the latter).  But I went based on the recommendation of those around me who were recovering from the terrible bronchitis.  And the doctor gave me nothing but a smile and a pat on the back.  Go home and rest.

Anyway, that point when you get to go home and lay in a dark room with nothing else to do but rest - that's the best.  Even if you feel like crappy crap, it still feels good to know: this is all I can do right now.  No one expects anything more from me.  I just have to lay here.

I watched three movies this weekend.  Each will get a small comment.

Into the Wild.  This is the first one I saw and frankly I was frustrated that Sean Penn decided to take up 2 hours and 47 minutes of my life with a movie that probably could have been contained in 90 minutes.  I got very tired of the selfish idealism which rudely looked at the rest of the world with an overly superior viewpoint.  The boy is just like his father - he just doesn't want to admit it.  His father has a wrecked marriage with his wife (which he somehow stubbornly doesn't let go of and never gets any credit for).  The boy has a one sided marriage with the wilderness which he abuses and then gives up on once it gets difficult.  Yet the whole time we are meant to hate the father.  Oh, and the opening scene with the words flashing across the screen reminded me of a powerpoint presentation ... very tacky.

I didn't mind when this movie ended.

The War.  This is the second movie I watched.  Hardly worth commenting on.  The two things I noticed were that Jet Li is starting to get old (I wonder if all of a sudden we'll notice he's 60 or something).  It's sad to see Jackie Chan and Steven Seagall still trying to make the movies of their youth.  Slow motion doesn't really impress anyone anymore.  Secondly, Jet Li has quite the deal in his movies.  Okay, in this movie we'll have Jet Li be sullen and quiet.  In this movie we'll have Jet Li be mute.  In this movie we'll have Jet Li be arrogant and quiet.  The man never talks.

I also didn't mind when this movie ended.

Gone Baby Gone.  I watched this one last night.  I'm glad Karen didn't watch it with me.  She probably would have hated me for suggesting it.  I hated myself for picking it up.  But at the same time I couldn't let it go.  I thought Ben Affleck directed a very thoughtful movie.  It did it's job.  And the character line-up was fascinating.  I'm glad he sat down on the couch in the last scene.  The movie needed some relief at the end.

When this movie ended I went in and hugged my little 3 year old.  She was sleeping on her back, both knees up, snoring up a storm.