Watching a documentary about Veit Harlan, making me want to make movies, strange.

Took T. to the airport through some pretty apocalyptic weather, bit surprised we weren't blown under a semi or some such.

L. got me chocolates, I got her some Brazilian psychedelia, happy happy, happy hanukkah, xappy xanuxxax, zappy xanax, etc., etc.

Anyway, wishing I were in pictures, that I could turn into pictures, all the words, well, genug iz genug.