Worse than death...?

Am having a low-key day. My head feels like someone inflated it with too much air, and have been feeling kinda groggy and non-energetic for most of the day.

So I figured, "Fuck it. I'm watching bad movies on the couch today."

Just watched The Notebook (amusingly, James Marsden much more likeable when he's not Cyclops in X-men). I read the book years and years ago, so long ago -- and mostly unmemorable -- that I had nearly forgotten about it.

What I found most entertaining was in the middle of this very touching story of love, true love and choices (in the real world, the girl would have gone with the money and security. That's what people do these days. God, I'm such a cynic), was this sinister message:

Dementia is worse than death itself.

Losing your mental faculties is the most terrifying thing that could happen to you during the aging process. It destroys not only you (not that you notice) but everyone around you.

Think I'm going to go do a crossword puzzle now.