• Dibu podría ir al Banco, Scaloni quiere probar a Walter Benitez 🧤 | Emi Martinez could start from the bench, Scaloni wants to test Walter Benitez to see if he’s fit for Copa America.
• Julian Alvarez y Mac Allister posibles TITULARES | Julian and Alexis are likely to start.
• Scaloni probó a Garnacho y Bounanotte como titulares | Scaloni trained with team with Garnacho and Bounnanotte as starters.
Costa Rica es un equipo que tiene un poco mas de nivel que El Salvador, todo puede pasar.
Stephen posted a video to Instagram: Always more. Sometimes you just have to live your best life in Milan. #bounanotte #milano #stkmilan #champaganemamis #allthewayup #birthday #baddies #bestfriend #thatsmybestfriend #italy #bubbly #swc http://ift.tt/2yKCfVn
This was originally about a means to make sense of things - to give them time.
So here’s another one, another fifteen minutes (or later) after midnight.
May 31 - June 1, 2017
I rode the Navy Pier ferris wheel for the first time today while helping shoot a friend’s 360° VR video for his “Interactive Techniques” class. No idea how he does it all, going to movie screenings all over the city while having a full slate of coursework to micromanage. That’s why the deadlines help, I guess - they take it out of your hands whether you think it’s good enough or not. Better than sitting in an unmade bed, undoing (but really just hiding) all the mess I’ve made again wondering about when the next offer to do a project like that’s going to come around again. I’m never quite undone enough. But my aim’s not to get fed up again - I actually like the way things are going (maybe the Eels song would be a better fit, here), more or less. I like what I’m doing, even if I’m still “Tired as Fuck” (throwback to April 21, 2017!).
I texted her back. I sent her a sign that I’m still alive. Watching “Master of None” has made me believe I’m not totally stupid in letting her know I miss her. We’ve had many bounanottes, I thought. Thinking of Norm MacDonald’s whole bit about the temperamental love of people and the unconditional loyalty and unreasonably forgiving nature of dogs (Hitler’s dog, namely). That said, I’m taking it relatively easy - even if, sure, it’s almost 1AM and I’m about due for another disruptive kink in my sleeping schedule. Even if, sure, I’ve decided to my laundry now of all times (middle of the week is the most unsuspecting time, I tells ya!).
All I do is expect the unexpected, but that doesn’t make me prepared - it’s makes me frantic as fuck! And that’s just no way to live.
But tonight’s not dire, not even in feeling. It’s fine. It’s indifferent, if not slightly upturned from it’s usual downward, “slow-moving” spiral (motif of the day - Joyy knows). I picked up my car from the shop today and it looked about as pristine if not in better shape than the day I picked it up from the dealership in Waukegan with my dad. If there’s anytime I’m truly grateful for the self-proclaimed Polish connection, it’s gotta be driving out of there like I never had a problem to begin with.
What else is good? I, along with Drew, Ray and eventually Kyle, helped some friends (Brady and Ash) move the other day. Didn’t get to drive a truck for the first time, but damn if that wasn’t the smoothest move I’ve ever been honored to have been part of! Not to mention, Kyle told me he’s interviewing Ana Lily Amirpour for The Bad Batch and we’re doing a double-feature of that and A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night on Tuesday, a day I just so happened to be off on! It started raining just as we got to their new place, but we managed to get everything under the stairs of their porch/balcony area before it could get wet. Ash got caught up talking to her new neighbors about how one of the tenants purportedly put paint in both of the washers, meaning they’d be having to go to a laundromat for a bit. On top of that gag, I found a Polish anatomical quiz game called “Ciało Człowieka”.
Anyway, I was supposed to see Bresson’s L’Argent (1983) at DocFilms tonight (two showings, no less), but I feel asleep around 6 to a sudden and unbearable exhaustion. I couldn’t wait and I couldn’t stay up. So I slept. Now I’m casting off the wasted opportunity like a curse - but weary of waiting, still. Don’t want to be caught with a thumb in my ass.