THIS · LAND · OF · SKY

thanksgiving alone is rather a good thing, the best restaurants in town now let you take out, there was enough wine to knock out an elephant, and i'm floating around the apartment in a drunken, over-fed but blissful daze.


i call the friend and we talk about stuart townsend as dorian gray.


i call the family and we talk about puppy plans.


frost on the window panes and the sun, yes the sun, is being consistent this week. sunshine, this november chill, and i'm buying christmas presents like it's a drug.


there is not much to say, life is just as it is, as it has been for the past several months. a friend just bought a horse and we're waiting it to be shipped over from canada. othello starts back up once thanksgiving break is over. i'm reading more than i ever had for a research paper, i am taking this one seriously for once, fifty books stacked in three rows against the wall pasted with film notices , and oh, i'm so disappointed to have missed thelma schoonmaker.


n. speaks of a movie that i'm desperately trying to find. because i think it'll explain my massive spending spree at hermes last week.