closer, lungs, knack.

V and I went to see Closer today. Hum. Excellent acting, but incredibly unpleasant. Basically, it's horrible people doing horrible things to each other, over and over again, with no resolution or redemption. Which is sort of like life, I guess, except for the part where I don't really think that. I hate that this movie made me think that that was true.

It's very possible that I'm allergic to Anchorage. Since I've been here, my lungs have decided not to work. My voice is all gravelly and I have a cough that sounds like a really old car starting to start... Tomorrow the band is going to go record some songs, and I'm going to sound like crap. Lovely.

While looking for Christmas music I stumbled upon my dusty old copy of "Get the Knack," and spent the afternoon dancing in my living room. I really seriously truly madly deeply need a turntable in Washington. I may have to steal the one in the living room, and smuggle it on the plane with me. Not like my mom ever plays records anyway; when I got here the same Siouxie and the Banshees album was sitting in it right where I'd left it four months earlier.