Cloverfield is a great movie. Genuinely scary, and a lot like how you'd expect things to be if your city is attacked by a giant monster. My only gripe? I should've taken some Dramamine before going in to the movie. It didn't take long for the shaky, hand-held footage to get me nauseous. And I was feeling too queasy to have more than a glass of the pitcher of Woodchuck cider we got at the Drafthouse. And you know me, I hate to waste food.

Not much more news. Our second week of overtime began today. Bleh.