I was about to post a blog entry when the outlet to which my computer is connected turned off suddenly without my saving what I wrote. Grr.

Anyway, to reconstruct what I wrote:

I’m depressed about the end of my 11-day vacation (parties, movies) and going back to work tomorrow, but I’m thankful that I had the day off after New Year’s Day. New Year’s Day often feels like a Sunday because you usually have to go back to work the next day, but because I had today off, New Year’s Day felt like a Saturday. I took advantage of the extra day by going out last night with a few friends to Hiro, which is gay on Sunday nights. It was very crowded, very Chelsea/East Village – lots of guys in tight t-shirts – and very loud. Up to a point, it was just what I needed, but eventually I got sick of it.

Yesterday I went to see King Kong with Andy, who was all sniffles and tears at the end. I enjoyed the movie, although it didn’t affect me in the same way. At 187 minutes, it was exhausting, with some great performances by Naomi Watts, Jack Black, Adrien Brody, and the ape himself. I forgave the movie because I viewed it as a tribute to the original; I can’t imagine someone coming up with the idea ex nihilo.

Father of the Bride and Father of the Bride II, the 1990s remakes with Steve Martin and Diane Keaton, were on HBO today. I watched both movies, and both seemed all poignant and made me feel sad. I don’t know why. The passage of time, growing older.

So tomorrow I go back to work. The first time I wrote this post, I wrote that I was about to go into the living room because I was feeling sad and wanted to be with Matt. After my computer turned off, I did so. I lay on his lap with my eyes closed while we listened to music. Now I’m feeling a bit better (although still sad), and now I can go to sleep.