Jan 24, 2012 14:43
Att makes my head explode. I wanna bust skulls.
Plus, my eye is twitchy from awesomely strong french press coffee.
I feel annoyed and claustrophobic but not enough to leave the house yet. I must vacuum, remove the clothes from the dryer, and go workout. I fear I'm just unfit to be around people this afternoon. I don't want Peg to come over.
I want to go see The Artist alone or Coriolanus and exercise both my pretentiousness and general jerkness. Would this make me better or sad? There is something terribly emotional about seeing a silent movie by yourself. Ah well, this to shall pass.