So last night I went to bed at 10.30p. 10.30p! What is wrong with me? When I had to get up at 7a I would go to bed at 2a, but now that it doesn't matter when I get up, all I have to do is get a little bored and sleepy and I dive into bed like a $5 whore.

I woke up at 6a, which is what I feared, but I dozed on and off until 9a, a much less ridiculous time to get up. I kept dreaming about Eminem, what is up with that?

Yesterday was my first day with no rehearsal and nothing to do in my unemployed life, so rather than staying in my apartment all day and growing moss, I decided to go to the movies.

I need to see The Hours and Adaptation and Frida and The Quiet American and, um, something else...o yeah, Far From Heaven, before the Oscars, and Adaptation was playing at the AMC, so that was an easy choice, especially since I have passes again.

I loved it. I know that there has been a lot of disagreement about this picture, or at least there was three months ago when everybody else on earth saw it, especially about the third act, but I really dug it.

I thought that the third act wasn't a cheat at all, it made absolute sense in terms of how the movie was set up, that as soon as Brian Cox said that he had to make stuff up to make a plot, the made-up plot started to happen. Totally besides the fact that seeing Meryl Streep roar, "You ruined my life, you fat fuck!" just made my day. And what was that wonderful quote about finding your flower and not letting anything get in your way? I need to live my life that way.

And Nicolas Cage was excellent. It's quite a trick to play twins without changing anything about yourself but the light in your eyes--he was so good at playing two characters onscreen at the same time that I literally never thought for a moment about trick photography or anything like that. Not to mention the fact that Chris Cooper was really hot. Who knew that having no front teeth could make you so sexy? Although of course, that wasn't it, what it really was was his absolute confidence.

After that I snuck into The Hunted, because I frankly couldn't wait another second before seeing Tommy Lee Jones and Benicio del Toro covered in blood. And it was just fine. It wasn't so much a very good movie, but it was sexy and bloody and violent and Benicio and Tommy Lee had two knife fights and I came about eleven times. But if the blood and the sweat and the fight to the death are not your particular fetish, I wouldn't really recommend it all that much.

Then I came home and read The Women at the End of the Road a few more times.

God, I am obsessed with this show, even though Cynthia is the one who gets to make out with Omar, not me. I'm certain that I can add something to the script, I have no doubt that there will be some freedom in that regard, but totally besides anything like that, the script just makes my heart sing, I can't believe that I get to do it.

Today's horoscope:
Anxiety doesn't become you. Go with the trend instead of trying to shape others to your will. The Stars encourage you to play rather than policing the playground.

One year ago today:
That's the story of my life, really, dreading and putting things off and procrastination, and then when I finally force myself to do it, it takes ten minutes and is easy peasy lemon squeezy.

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