in spite of everything i know about my brain, i am trying to trick myself into sleeping
there are men who have to tell themselves things like this, see
not that i've seen every hitchcock film, but i remember in the one about the medium solving a murder, where they realise their brakes have been sabotaged, and she gets so worked up that she covers the driver's frickin eyes in the chaos. fully just hand right on his face
trying to remember if rear window has a token hitchcock hysteria moment (hitchcock heroines sometimes go absolutely to pieces under pressure in a very jarring way)
i always forget rear window is james stewart, since its such a cary grant role
i see a lot of people using social media in lots of ways, plenty of them seem very healthy and rewarding ways, yk. it was a hard lesson to learn that wasn't happening for me and probably never would
contrary to the initial pitch back in the 2000s, i honestly end up feeling more alienated from society the more social media that i use, and paring it down to this one website has really helped me focus on living my life
i mean i'd love to be mistaken
someone misheard a video i'm watching, "vlad the impaler was a national hero coz he repelled the terfs??"
i think it was "the turks"
mckenzie crook's wikipedia page calls The Change a "menopause comedy drama" which is sort of reductive and only one source reduces it to that (not that menopause isn't important to the story, but it's... i mean... it carefully enfolds so many kinds of change and how scary and magical they can be)
i guess you need energy to do something about things like this but blugh