Trifecta

I'm a little sad by recent deaths. No one I knew personally, but people I thought were good. Ok, I'm not terribly sad about Bill Walsh, just surprised. I didn't realize he had leukemia. But he did good things for football and wasn't a jerk like Michael Vick, who I never liked, but now I REALLY don't like him.

Ingmar Bergman died yesterday too. I love stuff he did. You can't not love a guy who gets his film spoofed in Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey. I haven't seen all his films, but I liked the ones I saw and had great respect for him. Then today Michelangelo Antonioni died. I knew it was coming since he was 94, but it's definitely the end of a legacy. I think The Passenger is my favorite, but I really liked Blow-Up too. How could one forget a young and beautiful Vanessa Redgrave? he did like naked women more than is really necessary, but I guess you win some, you lose some.

So the trifecta is complete, I guess. No more dying for a while.

I stopped going to therapy and I also stopped the drugs. We'll see how it goes. I actually stopped a couple of weeks ago, but I know it'll take a while for me to really feel the difference. I think everything will be fine.

Still no job, no boyfriend. I donated 4 paintings to charity today for an auction. Hopefully someone will want to buy them for a decent price. It would be embarrassing if there were no bids on any of them.

I applied for a job at ESPN in CT. I'm not expecting anything, but you never know. I kind of decided last night that there's really no reason for me to stay here. Not much good has happened to me since I've been here. SD has bad mojo, I guess. Not that I'm hell bent to leave, but I'm looking at other options.