The past two or three days have been exhaustingly warm. Rain this prevening just barely broke the heat.

Last night I watched The Hurt Locker and Taken, starting around 23:30. The movies put me in a rather paranoid mood. Towards the end of the latter I was getting up regularly to inspect noises from outside; less out of paranoia so much as out of my normal curiosity. However, my thoughts while looking out the windows was definitely more affected by the movies, seeing the surroundings in terms of military strategy.

There were some noisy hooligans hanging about just out of sight behind the construction dumpster on the ledge above the parking garage. At one point there was also a tiff between a couple, the guy wanting to go home, the girl wanting to leave in the other direction but needing him to accompany her. They did the whole moving closer and farther thing, with dramatic silences, close, quiet talking, then short explosions of loud, angry words. The last I saw was the guy storming off, the girl wanting to go her separate direction, the running after the guy pleading.

That reminds me, two weeks or so ago I was returning a movie and saw some guy screaming into the back seat of his car. As I approached he climbed back into his car, which, I gathered, meant the end of whatever was going on. As I got closer still, he got back out of the car and started yelling some more, with wild, flailing arms. Other people on the street were watching this ridiculous affair. I wanted to keep watching but also wanted to just get the movie returned. As I passed, he got back in once again. I realized at this point that him getting in wasn’t the end of the fighting, it was just another round. He had been getting back into the car and yelling at the rear view mirror, continuing the gestures and all. There was someone riding in the front passenger seat looking quite tired of the whole ordeal and, I can only assume, someone in the back seat even more tired of it. In the rental place I could still see the events, and even as I passed it on the way back home it continued. This went on for, as far as I saw, at least ten solid minutes of this guy throwing a fit. I can’t imagine him driving anywhere after, he would have needed to rest.

I wish I could sleep through the late morning and whole afternoon and awake by early evening. My favourite times of day are night through to the early hours of morning.