After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I... I realized what a terrific person she was, and... and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I... I, I thought of that old joke, y'know, the, this... this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs." Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y'know, they're totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs.
This picture is taken with my Minolta 110 SLR. They were made from 1976-79, before I was born, but a very similar era to Annie Hall (the last line of the movie quoted above).
I watched the movie today for the second time. I don't remember being particularly thrilled by the film the first time around, but today, it just made sense. I'm part Woody Allen, and I'm a big part Annie Hall.
Having a Saturday off is not the norm for me. I didn't ask for it off - in fact, I'm still on the schedule. But due to a medical problem, I spent a good part of the morning shuttling between clinics and eventually to the hospital for a 3 hour adventure in the ER.
Outside of some residual stomach pain, a couple teaspoons of blood and just a really tired body, I'm okay. Doctors that initially were scared I may need my appendix removed, released me not knowing what the problems are. If it gets worse, I go back and get admitted immediately. It hasn't.
If it weren't for a boy, I would've just been freaking out on my couch at home. But he took me from place to place, a GMAT study book in his hand. I don't know how to thank him for this, partially because I don't know where we're at in our dating process. I'm just glad he was there. I hope he knows that.
He may not be my Woody Allen, but he's smart and fun, good looking and good in... sports.
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