I'm watching 50 First Dates and am in love with it all over again. Hawaii. Sailboats. Animals. Spam and eggs for breakfast. Lucy who is absolutely adorable and builds volcanoes tee-pees (though they look like volcanoes) and things out of her waffles and adores her father and her brother and picks a pineapple for her father's birthday. Henry is kind of an ass, but it works for the story. I should watch Blue Crush next, then Lilo & Stitch. To make it worse, I was going through pictures earlier, and hit the Hawaii ones. God, Bob Marley music, too.

I want to go back. I want to move there right now. Why does my career take me so far from it? Why aren't any of my people there are anymore?

Why did I choose this movie? I know I put it in just for Hawaii, but what was I thinking? I want to go back.

And fishbowls! Which I actually never had until I came here, and still don't have them often, but they are tasty. There is a delicious Hawaiian Long Island fishbowl here which makes me happy.

"Not aloha hello, aloha good-bye."
"Hey, tattoo face!" "Hey, peanut butter cup!" (I kind of love Tattoo Face.)

( Spoilers now )

I'm going to have to go for a long walk tonight to walk off the melancholy and the loveliness and the heartache and the want. Ninety-nine percent of the time I am happy living alone. Tonight is one of those nights, but not quite, just skewed to the left a bit.

Not to mention the end song is perfect, Izzy's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" which is the best version of it ever.