my life has become so domestic / whatever possessed me??

watched part of hitchcock movie and did laundry.

the hitchcock movie, i can't remember what it's called.

it's about this uncle who's a serial killer and he goes to stay with his sister's family because he's running away from the cops. the neice is deliriously happy he's visiting, but in the end she's supposed to figure out he's a killer.

it's slow and obvious.. i tried to get into it but it was kind of draining to watch. a lot of build-up about their (sickeningly) sweet (almost-incest) connection.. no doubt so as to shoot it down in the end..

eventually i got too bored and tired and no one had showed up dead yet, so that was that, i gave up. it goes back today, i rid my fingers of it. what is all the hype about hitchcock movies?

i want to see casablanca again. haven't seen it in a while.

hm. wonder what new-ish movies the library might have...

also, any book recommedations? dying - absolutely suffering immeasurably - to read a good book.

oh! that reminds me:

(here is the slash part)---

last night the phone rang in my household.

i answered it.

it was a man asking me if i ever heard of something or other.

i hadn't.

"no" i say hesitantly.

he starts in with a schpiel of some sort about taking an over-the-phone survey.

immediately, i was disinterested, and only half-listened. he sounds pushy.

finally, he finishes, asking me if there was any female over 18 years of age at my residence who would agree to participate in this short over the phone, very necessary survey (of whose topic i've forgotten.. probably something for phone companies to be more greedy than they already are...)

i pause. i think.

my "no" had sounded pretty young...

finally i say mysteriously

"i'm not... at liberty... to say..."

i am kind of shocked at myself. what the heck has come over me.

he mumbles something and hangs up and i stare at the phone i'm still holding and then start laughing. i'm not at liberty to say?