17 November, 2011

It's Thursday: Let's, um... What do we do on Thursday?

I so have nothing today that it's not even funny. It was 30°F last night and when I woke this morning, needlessly at 0600CST, it was something like 20°F. Skipped my writers' workshop for the second week in a row last night, watched Le Mépris instead. Worst decision of my life, and I like Godard. It was an hour and forty minutes of watching Michel Piccoli ask Brigitte Bardot why she doesn't love him anymore. In French. And in subtitles, meaning I had to read the fucking thing.

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