Firstly, I should totally be asleep right now. And I am sort of tired.

I've got HGTV playing in the background. It does little to inspire. It really just makes me think about how little money I have. How little money I make, more like.

I'm in one of those moods. Don't really want to sleep. One of my moods. Jeez. How pretentious is that?

And just then, when I think I sound pretentious and hoity-toity stupid, I hear Kenneth Brown say he wants to paint a room Spanish Moss, he says, the great color, he says, from Louisiana, he says. I am not hoity-toity stupid, after all. Using the phrase "Spanish Moss" to describe a color is way worse than anything I could ever do.

Who is Kenneth Brown, anyway?

So, we watched Broken Flowers tonight. It's a very smart film. (Notice, I did not call it a "movie." Not sure if that distinction was instinctive or premeditated.) In fact, I want to watch it again. Right now. I'm not going to though.

Because, as I've said, I should be asleep right now.

It went public today (which is now yesterday) that the store where I work is going under/out. My boss keeps using the phrase "selling out." He means it literally: he's selling out stock. I wonder how many people think he has somehow sacrificed his principles in this process.

You know, besides me.

Interior designers have their own language. And most of them seem to have the same ambiguous accent.

Labels: movies., tv., work.

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