I could feel it in myself this afternoon--- that feeling that I don't want to go out at all. Despite having gym clothing in my bag, I drove directly home [well, actually I made a detour for Mexican food...eating can be a recreational activity too!]. As soon as I got home, I watched Gus Van Sant's Last Days. That is seriously the full title of the film. Gus Van Sant always has this need to have his name in front of the title--as if we, the viewers, won't see his name during the opening credits listed as director.
Last Days is "fictional" but it based on the last few days of Kurt Cobain's life. It was okay. I thought Van Sant would have delved into Cobain's real life and used that as a basis for a lot of the movie, but it didn't seem that way. Needless to say, this wasn't a particularly chipper flick.
I proceeded to fall asleep; I wasn't physically tired, but I think my body just knew I needed sleep. This happens sometimes, when I don't feel my happiest. I woke up a few hours later, watched some TV, and here I am. I detest days like this; they feel like such a waste. At least I know that tomorrow will be better. I went outside to take the trash out and the weather was mild--- I can feel that autumn is on its way. With autumn comes fall festivals, apple picking, and the need to put an extra sheet or blanket on the bed. I love it.
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