"Situations have ended sad, relationships have all been bad. Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud."
So, it's before midnight and I'm tired. Exhausted, even. Miracle of miracles. I'm ready for bed, drinking my final cup of herbal tea for the night, looking forward to perhaps sleeping at a potentially normal time. Do you SEE what time I'm writing this? I'm so looking forward to sleeping regularly again - it's been weeks. It helped that I had to get up earlier than I would have liked to to go to my training meeting (which the cute Brit bailed on, thus wasting, if you will, my hot outfit and great hair; it's hard to seduce someone you never see). After dinner with the NBFiF post-meeting (which, by the way, kind of sucked because neither one of us felt like eating but felt like we OUGHT to eat. For some reason, lately, I've been completely bored with food and I'd rather not eat. Kind of annoying, really.), I saw
Requiem for Billy the Kid.
If you ever think that going to see a movie to force yourself to stay up a little bit later is a good idea, make sure you don't go see a relatively slow documentary with a quiet, breathy soundtrack. Probably good that I "wasn't paying attention" the whole time, because the second half of the film made a lot more sense to me than the first (not counting the fifteen-minute section starting around the 40-minute mark that I missed completely, obviously). So... if you can, check out the film; I know I'll be seeing it again if I ever manage to be well-rested.
