because I am addicted to staying up too late on Sundays :|

OK... I'm going to attempt a review of that Chinese gay movie I mentioned before (the one I went to see on the last weekend of the festival). It might be difficult, since there are many things I love about this film, but also some things I hate. But that's precisely the reason I feel the need to write about it.

Perhaps using my nearly-forgotten review template will make it a little easier for me to contain the topic, so to speak, and include all the relevant info before I get carried away by reflections and interpretations.:) And spoilers - because without them, I wouldn't be able to explain much. ( So read at your own risk.:P )

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So yeah, it was almost 1:30 a.m. by the time I made it to bed last night. Which resulted in a major zombie-state this morning.:/ Had to take Excedrin to wake myself up (I would have put up with the headache, but I don't normally drink coffee, so there isn't any to be found in my kitchen cabinets - and Excedrin has more or less the effect of an espresso shot). It did keep me awake for most of the day at work, but also made me queasy. So much for healthy lifestyle.:/ How many times do I have to tell myself not to do this? I KNOW that getting enough sleep is absolutely crucial. It is actually more important than a nutritious diet or exercise. It should also be easier to accomplish than either of the above - just drag your stupid ass to bed at a reasonable time each night, and you're done. Except I can't seem to get the hang of that, somehow.:|

It's Teh Evil Internetz, of course. I should check into rehab or something - lock myself up in a room with no computer for a week, perhaps. I bet I would get plenty of sleep then - out of sheer boredom, if for no other reason. Or maybe I would find a notebook and a pen and write down my thoughts anyway, because I can't seem to function without doing that - whether I am actually expecting anyone to read them or not. It's a very narcissistic habit, probably. I mean, it's not like I'm spouting Pulitzer material on a daily basis.:P

Also, why does LJ feel like such a dead zone of late?... I know people have lives and all, but there was a time when I could spend hours checking my flist - now I don't see more than 2-3 new entries a day. I need to join some new comms or something. Or find a fandom that is actually less than half-dead at the moment.:| Except I'm not too crazy about following stuff that EVERYONE is into, just because that's where all the activity seems to be. I am perfectly happy interacting with just a few people on a common topic of interest - except most of the people I really enjoy interacting with seem to have disappeared, and I don't know how to go about finding new ones. I keep telling myself I don't care if anyone reads this journal anymore - but if it were so, I would just scribble in a notebook and keep it in a drawer, wouldn't I?... Ah, the pointless exhibitionism of "private people" with broadband access.

Jeez, I really need to catch up on my sleep, pronto. Grey matter malfunction has occurred. Must recharge. *slinks sluggishly towards the bathroom*