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handful_ofdustGod damn, so tired. I was up pretty much all last night, in constant digestive distress. No idea why. I'm thinking it's probably the tapas I ate on Saturday, when we all went out to Scotiabank's Nuit Blanche dusk-'til-dawn art installation; my Mom was doing a twenty-minute monologue (about Cal, as it happens) at The World's Smallest Theatre, set up in somebody's Wychwood Barns apartment. At the time, everything seemed fine--Steve took Cal to a nearby park while Mom's friend Jodi and I watched the performance, after which we all went for tapas, and Cal was surprisingly good the entire time. He's started to eat bread, finally, which opens up a whole new world of not-exactly-empty calories, and that night he even ate pita! Then, afterwards, we went home and literally collapsed--I think Steve and I slept better than we had in weeks. Too bad it couldn't last.
Anyhow. Awake until 5:30 AM, with very little to show for it except having marathoned Season One of American Horror Story (short story short, I enjoyed it, though I could dertainly see the problems other people had with it). Today's the first of October, meanwhile, and I'm thinking about what to do for Hallowe'en. I enjoyed programming a 24-hour film fest last year, as well as writing about the movies individually, but this year I think I'm going to do books instead. The question, I guess, is how many, and when I'll start writing about them.
(I also have to do something new for ChiZine.com by the end of the week, of course, because it's that time yet again; Panos Cosmatos's Beyond the Black Rainbow on BluRay, probably. And man, it's like my whole fucking life is gushing out of me faster and faster, which I would probably worry a lot more about if I wasn't so goddamned exhausted. But it is what it is.)
I think I'm going back to bed.
Anyhow. Awake until 5:30 AM, with very little to show for it except having marathoned Season One of American Horror Story (short story short, I enjoyed it, though I could dertainly see the problems other people had with it). Today's the first of October, meanwhile, and I'm thinking about what to do for Hallowe'en. I enjoyed programming a 24-hour film fest last year, as well as writing about the movies individually, but this year I think I'm going to do books instead. The question, I guess, is how many, and when I'll start writing about them.
(I also have to do something new for ChiZine.com by the end of the week, of course, because it's that time yet again; Panos Cosmatos's Beyond the Black Rainbow on BluRay, probably. And man, it's like my whole fucking life is gushing out of me faster and faster, which I would probably worry a lot more about if I wasn't so goddamned exhausted. But it is what it is.)
I think I'm going back to bed.
