Just watched Margot at the Wedding. Loved it, loved it, loved it. In real life, I hate not knowing for sure what I think, feel, and want. But I guess life will continue to be this ongoing struggle with the truth. I guess the stupid future is always uncertain. And secretly, that's what I live for. If I knew what was coming next, I'd have nothing to write about. Because sure, we get over these little humps every so often, but there's always the next one. Things keep getting deeper and more complicated. I'm glad to be forty.
Donovan. I need to get me some Donovan. I've overdone Nick Drake.
Can't wait for Sunday!