4.16.02 – freudian slips

when i got into bed last night my eyes were drooping and i was ready for sleep. but as soon as i turned out the light and my head hit the pillow, all the little what-ifs came creeping in on little cat feet and settled around me, and all thoughts of sleep vanished in the face of these rare but obnoxious little visitors. i guess i eventually drifted off, and in the morning when i woke they were still lurking around my pillow, but they retreated as soon as i got up. now i guess i’m staying up late again in the hopes that sleep will win out over the what-ifs. that and i’ve realised that i actually procrastinate going to bed. it sounds backwards, i know – that i’m putting off sleep in order to do other, less essential tasks – but hey, this way you get a late-night blog update, right?

nick wants to see frailty for our birthday-movie, but i think i’m too much of a weenie. i have a vivid imagination, okay? the review on ebert‘s website is just glowing, if that make any difference. i always get sad when someone mentions ebert, because now that siskel is gone it’s just ebert, and it’s like bert without ernie or peanut butter without jelly or me without you.