magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

With the amount of work that I really ended up having to get done this weekend, I probably could have left the city and retrieved my belongings from Stef. But I'm glad that I was here for the kids' party on Friday and Adam's last night. And today was the first day in a long time that I had to sit around and do nothing.

I ended up finally watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, of which people have been telling me since it was in the theatres that it is 'completely [my] kind of film,' and that they're sure I'd love it. And, um, yeah. They were probably all right, although it did leave me feeling incredibly sad. To be followed up by watching the final handful of episodes of Queer as Folk, which in a way transported me back to my first winter in New York, when I watched most of the series run from Marie's DVD collection, and was incredibly depressed, and all of the (relatively) happy tyings up of storylines only served to reinforce my own typical Sunday loneliness.

Which is not to say that it was a bad day. Only introspective. Punctuated by something I read online, which despite a truly uncanny coincidence of timing, my brain knows wasn't about me, as much as my heart would like to believe that it was.