I rented the movie "Bolt" last night because I thought it looked cute.  I actually really liked it!  Not my absolute favorite movie, but still super fun.  I even cried a little at the end, which is unusual for me.    Although the hamster nearly killed me.  Frickin' hilarious.

I also made a discovery last night that there is apparently a breach in the space-time continuum between me and O'Hare.  I was driving to meet my cousin for dinner during his four-hour layover.  I didn't take the main expressway because...yeah, it was 5:00 on a Friday, so I took a back route that I've taken before.  After driving almost 20 minutes longer than I should have and figuring out that I was WAY in the wrong direction, we just decided to scrap the plans.  So I turned around to go home and all of a sudden I discovered that my trip home was mysteriously 30 minutes shorter than my trip out...and I have no idea why or what happened.  And it didn't have anything to do with traffic, either. Spooky.

I figured out what happened, though, and I'm kind of irked about it.  Google told me to make a turn onto a a state road XX West...but I was supposed to go east.  So why it didn't tell me to turn onto road XX EAST I have absolutely no idea.  I had originally turned the right direction (which made sense), saw that I was heading east, and then turned around because I have historically found the N, S, E, W directions on highways to be more accurate than lefts and rights.  Apparently not.

Curse you, Google Maps!  Thou has deceived me! *shakes fist*

But it's over now and I still know a sneaky back way to get to O'Hare if I want to avoid traffic.  So NYEAH to you, space-time continuum.