My plans for the night were foiled - sigh say la vee - So I went to the latest nightyoga, which is its own kind of pleasure, the room very full and verrrry hot. I blew another gasket; that's quite annoying cosmetically but also an odd kind of happiness that is hard to explain. Then a looooong bath, rewater rewater rewater, sipping lite beer. And I ordered a pizza with spinach on it cz no boys are here to bitch about the green. I'm watching this. I sort of have to watch it cz I work with history professors whatever blabla. I'm trying to like it, buuuuuut ummmm guys in wigs just don't do it for me. And either this guy is an obnoxious dickhead or John Adams was. Or both. Probably both. The amputations . . . oy, worse than crappin' babies . . . the upshot seems to be that life could totally be grosser, such as back when dudes wore stupid looking wigs as if the unwashed factor + the pompous weren't bad enough. To bring that point home, the dialogue is devoid of contractions. The entire continental congress sounds like Data from Star Trek. But (second historical lesson) they're better than the French bc the Americans at least take their wigs off to have sex. fyi
My mother has her hip replaced tomorrow.
bonus, Willie Nelson - Nothing I Can Do About It Now
Johnny Cash - Get Rhythemz (Paparazzi Edit)
the last shadow puppets - my mistakes were made for u (video)
