That would be me.
Yesterday's small blogging crisis had to do with something-rather (i'll never understand what) and seems fixed for now. The blog looked quite martian for a while, and in its own surrealist way, better.
Today I feel legless, headless, muscle-less, yellow-tongued, foul-smelling. PMS it is, then?
Or maybe losing access to basic body functions has to do with my chauffering five teenage boys to and from Coachella and going to bed at 2 am three days in a row... or maybe it's the dreadful weather, because it is cold and grey and sucky here in LA. Or maybe it's writer's block. (I haven't written a line since spring break started--self-loathing ensues.) Or maybe it's that everyone around me seems more productive, more successful and thinner (my dieting is a big FAT joke, thanks for asking, girls) than i am.
Basically, i'm in a funk. Fuming. In a bad mood. Whatever.
Did you see the girl with a dragon tattoo? I look and feel just like she does right now, except you can't see my ribs. Boy was that movie intense. But good. I did have to walk out during that one terrible scene, you know the one in the beginning. I couldn't take it and wondered about all the elderly people in the movie theater (this was in Palm Springs) who were joyfully munching their popcorn as she was being... in the most shocking of ways. I guess sadism is something you end up getting used to if you live long enough. I walked out of the room and waited for the screaming to stop. Unfortunately, i had seen enough to destroy me for a few days.
I'll get back to you when I feel like this again: