Feeling old and tired today. Not to mention damn near arthritic. The streets and sidewalks are still crunchy with ice probably three inches thick in some spots, which doesn't help matters any. I want to go to sleep, but I know I'll just toss and turn.
Milk and The Reader have actually managed to find their way into the nearest mall, which surprises me even more than Frost/Nixon (I can't say enough about Frank Langella's performance) and Slumdog Millionaire last week. I have zero interest in the Winslet film, but might give Milk a try. Or, if I'm having a more low-brow moment, Taken.
I should probably write some old friends, like I've been thinking about doing. I really don't know what to say to them. Some have kids old enough to be singing along with Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers now, whoever the fuck those people are. It's definitely a long way from In Utero. It's alien.
Milk and The Reader have actually managed to find their way into the nearest mall, which surprises me even more than Frost/Nixon (I can't say enough about Frank Langella's performance) and Slumdog Millionaire last week. I have zero interest in the Winslet film, but might give Milk a try. Or, if I'm having a more low-brow moment, Taken.
I should probably write some old friends, like I've been thinking about doing. I really don't know what to say to them. Some have kids old enough to be singing along with Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers now, whoever the fuck those people are. It's definitely a long way from In Utero. It's alien.
did the ice melt?