Joy Division
We went and saw the Joy Division and Control double feature last night. Probably why I'm feeling really quite emo today - 3.5 hours of Ian Curtis, love triangles and bipolar culminating in Curtis hanging himself (twice) does not make for happy happy joy joy. It brings up Justin stuff for me, but I've moved on a hell of a lot. There's more anger than sadness at him; a feeling of wastefulness but also acceptance. Silly boy. I feel sorry for Nick..and Beth..and his mum. I really wonder how Nick's going actually. Great doco though. I think Peter Hook is insane...at least, he has the maniacal laughter down pat.
We're going to my favourite noodle place tonight (well, they do other things besides noodles but I'm always craving the BBQ pork and wonton soup with egg noodles so I never get anything else). Hopefully tonight will be happier. Wait, it involves noodles - of COURSE it'll be a happy night. Plus I'm making caramel easter egg muffins afterwards. Noodleage and Muffinage. All good. Now if I could just my head in a better space. Love would be nice too.
I got Maddie and I tickets to see Henry Rollins' spoken word yesterday. Row B on the aisle. Mint.
Oh, and Melbourne soon. And only working 14 days in March. Mint.
I really should do some work. I'm snowed under.....