Can never get over how mentally fraying/brain-exhausting lifting weights can be (felt validated when I learned that's how it works; the CNS is forging new pathways to the make muscles remember how to work hard in tandem for the compound lifts). Seriously, my body parts don't get sore anymore; it's my brain that feels wiped out. Just want to sleep all day afterward, not to soothe any tender body bits but to give my consciousness a break.

Saw a William Klein movie last night, Qui etes-vous, Polly Maggoo? Had never heard of his stuff before. It was so entertaining, lampooning the shit out of high fashion and making all these cheeky meta references to film--The Seventh Seal funeral-fashion shoot shot cracked both R and me up. I really dug it and am excited to see his other stuff. Also, having a hard time wrapping my head around how many people I trust are raving about that new Planet of the Apes movie. I mean David Denby called it "a terrific film" this week! Huh. May investigate...