"A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."

I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night, and so the day appears dreamlike and slightly out of focus. I think it's still cold, but I haven't checked. It's certainly icy, and there's a fine sheen of water on top of the ice, just to make things worse.

Thursday, I saw Adaptation - the final film shown in the festival I've been attending. Written and directed by the team behind Being John Malkovich, it's a movie about writing, about the process of adapting - one form of fiction into another, and yourself into...someone else - about life. But mostly about writing, which made it a very interesting movie for me. If you're a cop or a fireman, you probably love watching movies about cops or firemen. If you're a writer, then, movies about writers are doubly interesting, especially since movies about writers are invariably written by writers...and they often know what they're talking about when it comes to fellow writers, but not so much when it comes to cops or firemen. Besides, the film was hilariously funny, surprisingly sad, and very, very good. I've seen too many good movies the past week. They're beginning to blend into each other. Much like Jonze and Kaufman blend reality in their films (nice segway, huh?).

Noon. I've got to get a move on. I plan to write a few words later today, so check back tonight or tomorrow morning if you're interested.  ¶ 12:01