A Series of Boring Hours

I just watched a boring movie.  A Series of Unfortunate Events.  I'm sorry if you liked it.  We are all entitled to our opinions.

But what strikes me as odd is the fact that I continued to watch the movie LONG after I knew I didn't like it.  Why did I do this?  I don't know.  It's a mystery.  I must be a really big fan of wasting my time.

Now I feel vaguely annoyed with myself.  I could have spent the last few hours drinking Starbucks or talking to people I like.  Instead, I just made Jim Carrey a little bit richer.  Dang it.