Here’s another good reason to turn on the heat: It block out the sound of the dude who is currently tripping over things, singing and cursing in the empty nightclub patio right under my window. Dude, seriously: It is 8 p.m. on a Sunday night. You should not be this drunk. Seek help.
In other news, I saw “Shopgirl” today. Not as good as the book. It sort of made me feel like I should mail Steve Martin some SSRIs immediately. Perhaps with a small note: “Dear Steve: You need these more than I do. I love your writing. But dang, cheer up, guy. Love, Jen.” Do you think that would help?
Also, if Claire Danes is 26, then so am I.