Instead of going to D's tonight, I decided to see "Science of Sleep" with some people, which I retroactively justify to myself by the fact that it we caught the very last showing. It is a crazy and extremely Michel-Gondry-ish movie. Two thumbs up, but the thumbs are made of corrugated cardboard, cellophane, and felt, and move in a jerky, dream-like fashion. Also they are creepy, yet strangely endearing. Alternatively, let me direct your attention to omg everything about charlotte gainsbourg. There is something all a-flutter, you guys. It may or may not be somewhere in the left-hand side of my chest. It may or may not have to do with the glasses she had on in a couple scenes.
Briefly before going, having already committed to it, I discovered that Skibo upstairs in the UC was running an open mic, and had just enough time to play a little. Did "blue step", "can't think of anyone", "ruby, my dear", and "take five", on the latter of which I somehow managed a pretty decent solo after stumbling over a couple rhythms.
