lolabot

polished off down and out in paris and london this morning, which was a pretty sad affair. not at all on the scale of jude the obscure or the sorrows of young werther, but depressing nonetheless. and so, i'm moving on to my favorite man of the last century.

this is turning out to be an excellent holiday weekend. lazing about, mostly. catching up on crafty projects, staying in my pajamas most of the day, hours upon hours of arrested development. thai tea and orwell in the rain was quite nice, too.

i watched the curious case of benjamin button- very long, but very good, i thought. also saw the last word, which was surprisingly hilarious at times, and prince caspian, which was disappointing.