Woyzeck and more

I've listened to nothing but Hot Chip for the past 48 hours, particularly "Boy from school." I'd say its just what the doctor ordered. I also got two loads of laundry done this evening and did my exercise according to plan. And I watched Woyzeck.

Woyzeck was great. At first I wasn't so sure about it, but by the end my jaw was on the floor. Herzog did a great job, and Kinski was incredible for the role. So scrawny compared to his body in Aguirre! I wonder if Herzog made him just eat peas for 3 months, like his character in the movie. It seems like something Herzog would do to get his actors in character. Some scenes, like the bar fight, were truly painful to watch. Others, like the murder, were oddly captivating, mostly due to the insanely perfect choice of music to compliment (and at times surpass) the visuals.

I hope I can keep up evenings like this. Embarassingly, I've been so depressed the past few weeks I've burst into tears in my office, washing dishes, walking the dog, laying in bed, you name it. I think I was in such denial over my breakup and move that I'm just now getting hit with the utter despair that I should have been feeling in April. Plus, moving to where all my friends live helped produce the delayed reaction, since I was able to stay really busy when I got here. Now I'm in full bummer mode and having trouble snapping out of it. Part of me says I shouldn't snap out of it, that I should just let my body do what it wants. If it wants to start crying in the middle of the day, it should. Half the reason I have any of the problems I have is from supressing any emotion that is left or right of center. However, this isn't exactly fun for me or the people around me, so I should fix it.

So part of fixing it means being pretty self-centered for awhile. More reading, movie watching, exercise, doggy time, picking up some sort of craft or hobby, music, only going out places I want to go and with people I want to see. I'm thinking that'll kick me out of probably the worst funk I've ever been in.

And as if my blog hadn't become one to make fun of in group emails before, it officially has now.