The Disheveled Look Becomes Me

I hate that once I wake up, no matter what godawfulhourinthemiddleofthenight time it is, I can't get back to sleep.

So from 2:45 to 4:15 this morning I watched The Exterminating Angel. A really good movie that rests just shy of pretention in a way that makes it a joy to watch at the same time as giving you something to think/talk about.

Of course, then I had to go revisit Un Chien Andalou (what better time than half-awake in the middle of the night) which is a razor's edge shy of pretention. In fact, the only thing that makes it even close to pretentious is that it's been so poorly imitated so often in so many different ways.

Then there were the birds and the channel surfacing and the sun and the delivery trucks and the shower and the and the ('Canes)rad(war)io(The Cup) and the job I hate, etc.

So now, a little earlier than usual, I'm poised at the brink of bed, ready to try again.