magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

got up early and headed down to memorial hall to work on that performance piece that we're doing. i hadn't heard from mary paula one way or the other about meeting today, so i just assumed that we were. of course no one was there.

spent two to seven thirty in the studio. got nothing done. i was planning to go back after dinner, but dinner at the met was not an option so i decided to get falafels, but as of eleven fifteen still haven't done so.

i'm thinking of seeing fight club again. if it holds up two nights in a row, i have a new favourite movie.

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wow. again. even knowing the ending, my body went all tingly for the last couple of minutes. and when it was over, like last night, i couldn't move until the credits had finished rolling. just staring straight ahead, dumbfounded.