No fixed abode

[sovay]

Allowing for the phone call from the doctor's at the crack of eight o'clock and the resultant difficulty in falling back asleep thanks to the neighbors' adventures in yardwork, I think I slept almost eleven hours. I dreamed of living in a small room tucked into the honeycomb of a library, which was much more like semi-homeless house-sharing than being a library spirit, alas, and seeing a spectacular cabaret show called Drag of Our Fathers, which I had to double-check with the internet wasn't a real thing, either by title or concept. I can't be the only target audience for historical drag.

selkie pointed me toward this tweet reminding of the awesomeness of Dorothy Arzner. Lucky New Beverly Cinema patrons, getting an eleven-film Arzner retrospective! I'd watch that. And just about everything else on their calendar this month, really.

I have no idea what I am going to do with today. I have that scraped-out kind of feeling you get when your body is not running on pure cortisol for a change. I am thinking maybe I will take a walk. Or just sit around in the afternoon. It's sunny out there.

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[gwynnega]

It is pretty close (about half an hour by car if there's no traffic), but going to the movies with vertigo can be a dicey proposition. Maybe after I get back from Wiscon, I can try to attend the final Arzner screening at the end of the month, health permitting.

[sovay]

It is pretty close (about half an hour by car if there's no traffic), but going to the movies with vertigo can be a dicey proposition.

I didn't realize the vertigo affected moviegoing. Bah.

Maybe after I get back from Wiscon, I can try to attend the final Arzner screening at the end of the month, health permitting.

I hope that works! And I hope Wiscon is good.