I find it kind of sad.

I finally caught up with lots of people and watched Donnie Darko last night. 

People analyze that movie, and watch it billions of times just to get clues to the underlying metaphors and what have you, but after seeing it once, I've got it. I know the secret. Jake Gyllenhaal is attainably, realistically, hot. That's all there is to it.

Elle and Natalie are off to Foxboro to see the Patriots tonight, like sportsfans. 

Liz and I are going to dress in black and wear square glasses and go see Jarhead in our pajamas, like angsty non-athletes.

I made the mistake of downloading Joanna Newsom's Peach, Pear, Plum just to show Liz how weird it is. And now she likes it. And now I have a little eye twitch.