miscellany

I went to yoga and felt strong, then wrote a writing sample for Shmoop, hoping to get a freelance writing gig. At night, Artur and I ate pizza, mooned over each other in the restaurant, saw Diane Lane, and went to the Landmark to eat popcorn and watch "Everything Must Go" with Will Ferrell, which was quirky and heartfelt like I like my movies, but depressing like I don't like my movies.