I just watched Chasing Amy again for the oh... seventh or eighth time last night. Actually I watched it off the aforementioned
Criterion DVD (Criterion rocks BTW).
The problem -- besides breaking down like a wimpering four year old like I always do during Ben Affleck's "speech in the rain" -- is that I had terrible dreams of longing for my ex-wife. The kind of lucid dream where I half expected her to be lying next to me when I woke up. The kind of shit that fucks up your whole day. I've got a fresh mental image of her plastered just inside my eyelids. I can't blink without seeing her today.
If I believed in god, I'd pray that that woman wasn't my Amy. Hell, if she is, that's proof that God does not exist, or at least that I'm going into the third biblical testament with sufferings that make Job look like Bill Gates' kid.
Nah, not even an omnipotent power would have the cajones to pull that one on me. I'm chalking this one up to lack of reefer last night. Just to be safe though, I'm watching Mallrats instead tonight.