Hoooooouuusee :(

My mother is watching some retarded movie about a gay dude with a lawsuit. To make matters worse, the gay dude likes listening to the opera, so the movie has a lot of opera scenes in it. I've never been able to stomach the opera. What's the beauty in it? Its just some person wailing in some language we can't even understand. And there sometimes the opera is actually in English, but you can't even tell because all you hear is wailing in high/low pitched voices.

The thing is, my mother claims that she can't stand watching movies because she has the attention span of a flea. And now, here she is watching a movie on a Monday night. We're supposed to be watching House! And yet she chooses to watch some movie about a gay dude with a lawsuit who chooses to die to the sounds of an opera.

So where does that leave me? Chowing down some fried rice in front of the computer blogging out my frustrations because I can't watch House tonight. Sad case la.