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I get to pick up my headshots from the retoucher on Tuesday, and then bring them to Reproductions to file the smallest order I possibly can because I just don't have the money right now, but also need to do this, RIGHT NOW. I'm nervous again, and quasi appalled at how much retouching I needed, when I hadn't really thought I did ("see this, where it looks like your hair wants to part, will fix that up. Also, see, you need another eyelash -- right here"). So this is all good and utterly scary.

I still hurt the most from yoga.

Have a meeting in a few hours. Should eat breafast. Watched Bob Roberts last night -- I had forgotten what insane evil genius it was. Seriously need to own that movie.

Prior -- went to see Lars von Trier's Medea with Kat. Smart, really cool in places, utterly utterly not my thing. I just can't get excited about von Trier's stuff -- in fact, I'd loathe it, except I really respect him. I just... don't have the receptors for it or something.

dear patrons of the pioneer theatre,

I know it feels like your living room. I know that many of you probably have TVs bigger than the screen. And, I know that you're really cool and into indie film and all and so much above it all, BUT there are a few simple things I ask of you.

First, choose a seat, and stay in it. If you feel the need to change seats, please do so before the film begins. If you cannot manage this, at least just change seats _once_ during the film. Certainly, if nothing else, you can refrain from giggling like a pair of inept bullies desperately trying to disrupt a game of musical chairs while the film is in progress.

And please, don't laugh during Medea. It just doesn't work. There were a few moments where I understood the impulse, believe you me, but giggling throughout the entire film, pausing only to eat popcorn and make out, NOT ACCEPTABLE.

Thank you.

-Racheline