Ten Little Things

Somebody said you wouldn’t notice if your neighbor crashed a plane into your apartment, which is probably right. Anyway, here’s what the weekend looks like in my head.

Red wine for two days straight. Doesn’t matter where it comes from or how much it cost, just endless pouring. That’s the baseline.

I’m actually looking forward to the new season of Misfits, which is already depressing because Nathan’s gone and he was the real spine of that show. The character that made it work.

Using the state of everything as an excuse to get significantly more wasted than is reasonable. It’s sound logic when you frame it right.

Someone showed me this gore website and I can’t stop picturing everyone around me orchestrating my dismemberment in increasingly creative ways. Paranoid and stuck with it.

Should probably eat more bananas. That’s just objectively true.

Those countryside day trip things sound miserable until occasionally something actually strange happens, the kind of thing nobody would believe if you tried to explain it.

I think about Halloween constantly even when it’s months away. By January I’m planning costumes. By March I’ve got ideas for stunts that seem completely fine to me.

There are specific anatomical questions I have that feel too stupid to ask anyone. Not important stuff, just small mechanical mysteries.

Jane Levy. That’s the thought. That’s it.

Arnold’s vacation photos are better than anything I’ve ever taken, which makes complete sense.