Ok, you should go see Capote. Just take a bottle of Prozac before you go and have someone waiting outside the theater with a double martini. Must art be so depressing? Must they torture us for their Oscars?
(Irony of following film about man who died of alcoholism with double martini duly noted.)
My fellow Student Global AIDS Campaign cohorts and I had these grand plans to go to Chrisopher Bates' speech in Raleigh tonight, but one by one we have all crapped out. Thus a night of advocacy has been replaced by Grey's Anatomy. We are bad people. But I heart Sandra Oh.
My migraines (which I have had since age 14) have started being accompanied by these fantastic light auras that look like big clouds of glitter all around my head. I will always hate the pain, but I appreciate the light show.
I had to go off the Rx migraine meds because they made me wake up in the middle of the night hallucinating that Frank the rabbit from Donnie Darko was at the foot of my bed.
That was remarkably less fun than the glitter.
(Irony of following film about man who died of alcoholism with double martini duly noted.)
My fellow Student Global AIDS Campaign cohorts and I had these grand plans to go to Chrisopher Bates' speech in Raleigh tonight, but one by one we have all crapped out. Thus a night of advocacy has been replaced by Grey's Anatomy. We are bad people. But I heart Sandra Oh.
My migraines (which I have had since age 14) have started being accompanied by these fantastic light auras that look like big clouds of glitter all around my head. I will always hate the pain, but I appreciate the light show.
I had to go off the Rx migraine meds because they made me wake up in the middle of the night hallucinating that Frank the rabbit from Donnie Darko was at the foot of my bed.
That was remarkably less fun than the glitter.
And I can't say I wouldn't die of fright if I dreamed about Frank the Bunny on a regular basis.