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saw the gambler with emerson last night. awesome, awesome, even if i was so hungry that i was wilting through the first act. if nothing else, lincoln center reminds you that they actually make full-length fur coats for men, and that unwrapping hard candy slowly, rather than quickly, does not reduce the noise of it in the slightest. but the grandmother character's voice, the bassoon solos, and the dark low brass punctuating chords made up for all of this. wanted to, really did, join jami and non-smoking indie rock boy matt at korova milk bar, but the memory of that mid-opera nap won over, so i went home and listened to something about us from the new daft punk album:
it might not be the right timethis is what my dimples look like. this picture will be gone in 24 hours.
i might not be the right one
but there's something about us i want to say
because there's something between us anyway
i might not be the right one
it might not be the right time
but there's something about us i've got to do
some kind of secret i will share with you
i need you more than anything in my life
i want you more than anything in my life
i'll miss you more than anyone in my life
i love you more than anyone in my life