i woke up this morning in a pool of sweat. i got up, went into the bathroom, took a cold shower. it was still dark outside. after the shower, i looked at the clock. 4:38 AM.
my eyes felt like nothing but holes in bone, my lips were numb. i thought to myself, well, shouldn't be surprised after staying up past midnight every night, then waking up with the sun to watch le tour. i was asking for it. but not now, not with a show in two days, not with plans for every night of the week.
i managed to sleep late, on top of the thick covers with just a thin blanket. birds chirp and dogs whine while i lay.
took in godard's breathless. urgency, velocity, whimsy... that one has it all. everyone keeps talking about how it's this amazing piece of art that chronicles the uprising of a new age in cinema blah blah blah. it's a fantastic movie. jean-paul belmondo has a fantastic face. jean seberg has a fantastically cute accent. watching it allowed me to ditch the pains, forget the shivers, and just absorb myself in the moment. it's something i haven't been able to do in weeks. so thanks, godard, where ever you are.
Posted by snackfight at July 15, 2002 01:40 PM