I thought the movie was supposed to be a comedy!!! There was nothing funny about it. It was painful. Even tasty Vince wasn't so tasty in this one. I cried through much of it. So did Poola.

It was sad because we could totally feel Brooke's pain. Her and Gary's fights...were all just so typical of the usual man-woman miscommunication. I guess I'd been in Brooke's shoes too many times in my life.

I don't think I ever want to see that movie again.

And then I was all depressed last night. I don't know if it was from the movie or just having a breakdown with my men issues or from being totally out of it because of my cold. Anyhow, I was feeling like a loser, wondering why I let myself date guys who don't treat me better.

I thought I had reached the climax of my cold, but I am not sure. I could still use more sick days, but it's too freakin' hot in my condo to stay here. 

And where is polyandry legal? I'll post more on that later. Time to go to work!