I rented Annihilation of Dreams but someone hadn't rewound it and then there was a tracking problem where the top was all wavy and not only that the subtitles were those annoying kind where the words are superimposed on the picture itself not underneath it so half the time they were impossible to read so finally I got fed up and said the hell with it and watched The Care Bears: Operation Bloodlust instead, the one where Professor Coldheart destroys the western hemisphere with his anguish rays and makes everyone frown, which of course I've seen ten times easy, such familiarity allowing my attention to wander and I ended up idly sloughing off a few dead layers of my personality while sitting on the couch, but luckily we have one of those dirt devils—they make cleanup a snap—and now I'm less myself than I was before, which is a small consolation considering my lingering bitterness over not being someone else entirely.