Like this would be my only reason for wanting to go back in time, but I finally saw there are simple ways to improve my pictures, using programs I already own, and now I want to go back and get all the shots I threw out and fix them.
Oh well. I just got back from seeing the movie Rachel Getting Married. I’m sorry everyone who made this film, you all did a good job, all the elements were great so I’m not sure why it didn’t add up. But I spent the first half thinking/hoping, ‘it’s ending now,’ ‘okay, this is the end,’ ‘this has GOT to be the end,’ and the second half thinking, ‘it’s never going to end, is it? I’m in a doomed to watch this movie for all eternity, aren’t I?”
Here is the trusty, comforting weight machine at the Union Square theatre. Someday I am going to get on it and get my personal message, which will be the message I’ve been waiting for my whole life, I’ve decided. It’s going to be very profound, something to base the whole second half of my life on, if I get one.