After classes, I FlexCar-ed some errands. I went to Target for a ten-minute thing and ended up wandering around for forty. It's so silly, but it just feels necessary to make use of the cart escalator. And there's always some mundane household thing I've been needing to purchase.
After Target, I decided that my cupboards (and refrigerator) had been empty long enough. With a couple exceptions, I bought mostly fresh things from Whole Foods and prepared things at Trader Joe's. Shopping at specialty grocery stores makes me feel like such a good consumer.
Ellen and I tried to catch a free screening of Down with Love, but the line was really long and a "really nice lady" cut the line off and didn't give us a replacement pass. The backup plan was to see The Shape of Things. Even though I had a feeling that it was going to be kind of bad and depressing, I still wanted to see it. I probably read too many reviews, but it seemed predictable instead of shocking and felt too much like a filmed play.
Maybe I'm too cynical. I kept trying to figure out the surprise horrible plot twist to top the obvious one, but it never happened.