I just got back from seeing Burn After Reading. A nice movie, like a metaphor for the world. No-one knowing what the fuck's going on, people dying, actions occasionally serving motives, motives of others occasionally perceived. Funny and horrific, just like life, and just like the Coens.
I am really tired. The maid who was here to-day, the maid I sacked in September, who's returned, was very noisy and I got practically no sleep. I wouldn't be surprised if I fell asleep before 3am.
I was in a strange mood all day. Sort of sad, but I had a really easy time laughing at things. I suppose Burn After Reading was the perfect movie for me.