A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation.

Fuck. I've been feeling so chaotic today. This morning, in a fit of angst, I decided that life is useless because, hell, we're just going to die anyway. Ever since then I've been trying to find something to do that would make me happy. Everything so far just seems so insignificant. Good thing my decisions only linger for a period of around two minutes before I forget about them. Which, by the way, is what I decided to do about that "death" issue.

Fuggedabowdit.

 

 

 

is the the word I would use to describe True Stories: Talking Heads. Which, in case you were wondering, is what I'm watching right now. Armies of accordian players in parades, strange fashion shows, rotating and glowing dishes of lobsters... wow. Just wow. Totally worth watching, especially if you have netflix, because it's on "watch now". I think maybe the lateness of the hour has something to do with my enjoyment. I'm still watching it, and I think I'm more confused than ever. Are those assless chaps?

Sorry to dissapoint everyone, but the spoilers for the seventh book are now out and read.  This means I can go back to Machiavelli's The Prince without a tedious interruption by a gigantic novel which I wouldn't have enjoyed so much anyway.

Quite satisfying.