Lightning Strikes

After kinda drifting off on the sofa with Teresa the kitty on my lap, I finally decided to drag myself into bed, and just when I was falling asleep, a huge lightning bolt hit the transformer across the street. The resulting fireworks both woke me up and knocked out the power for long enough to reset all my clocks. I don't think I actually fell asleep until 6:30 or later, because my alarm clock (battery backup) went off at 7, but I was in such a deep sleep I didn't actually wake up until 7:30. I'd really rather not be awake right now.

I was reading a Time online article about the movie "Gladiator," and realized that I have met the producer, Douglas Wick. He came to Wellesley when I was a senior to talk about "Working Girl," which had just been released. I was in a video production class at the time, so I made a point of talking to him. I got the feeling he really dug me, which I might have used to wangle a job, but I was intent on finishing school first. Maybe I shoulda been like Brad Pitt, who ditched school his last semester to go to Hollywood. Maybe not.