Monday, June 30, 2003
Sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy. It's my own damn fault. I was the one who sat up until the wee hours playing Tomb Raider.
Yesterday, I wrote an impressive 1,534 words on Chapter Five. Then Spooky and I proofed chapters Three and Four of Low Red Moon. After that, I think I had liquified brain dripping from my ears and nose. I tried to wind down by reading a literary analysis of the works of Arthur Machen, which, in retrospect, was probably not the best choice.
And Katharine Hepburn is dead. So close after Gregory Peck. I hate to sound like "one of those people," but all the great ones are going. Katharine Hepburn may be my all-time favorite actress. Offhand, I can't think of a bad Katharine Hepburn film. Sure, Rooster Cognurn is a little campy and On Golden Pond didn't age so well, but they're still very enjoyable films., if only for Hepburn's beautiful, irrepressible light (well, that and, respectively, John Wayne and Henry Fonda). I'm tempted to list favorites, but I don't think any of her film's aren't favorites. I will miss her; I miss her already, just knowing she's no longer in the world.
It's 12:13. Time to brush my teeth. Then work.
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