Mary Poppins is goddamn everything.
My head feels like a brick after a long day of leisure
proving you can have too much of a good thing.
I suppose you’re asking yourself some questions.
You’re not the only one.
I know I’ve been thinking a lot about masks
and whether or not we really have control over our emotions;
about guilt.
It affects the breath in the strangest way.
I’m not even close to taming it.
And can I tell you a secret?
I don’t know what I’m doing.
There’s days I’m drunk enough to shake it off;
there’s days it scares the hell out of me.
But what if I never find a happy medium?
Okay.
I’ll be quiet now.
I’m a dodecagon times infinity.
Miserably eternal.
I’m everywhere so much that maybe it doesn’t much matter at all.
Every day is “to be continued…”
‘Til then.
I finished watching The Big C yesterday and freakin’ cried. Omg, what a great series – even though it got cut short! Guys, if you have Optimum (or 
when I realized the first time I saw Oliver Platt in anything was CinderElmo. It was my brother’s favorite movie when he was a tot, so naturally I’ve watched it many times. We’re only 8 years apart. It just cracked me up contrasting his character then to Paul Jamison whom we see dropping f-bombs, having affairs, snorting coke, and getting piss drunk. I love it. Platt was also in Bicentennial Man, which is one of my favorite movies of all time.