I have plans. None of them have come to fruition this week, because the heat had made them wither on the vine.
Instead I have to accept it’s too hot in Melbourne to function.
I have taken to watching movies and reading YA fiction.
Last night was The Birdcage, which has dated, but still some amazing one liners.
Then The To-Do List, with Aubrey Plaza. It was hit and miss but important for girls to say, it’s okay to explore sex and themselves.
Today, Tiny Furniture. It’s basically a prequel to Girls. Indulgent but an achievement. Made for $50k, Lena Dunham shot it in her mother’s loft, starring her mum and sister. Gotta admire that.
Now I’m googling random shit and reading the death notices online. I like reading them. I also like birth notices. Birth and death. Hot and cold. Sane and insane.