The 2000 New York Underground Film Festival faked me out today. Went to buy tickets at my normal time of 12:30 and the Anthology Film Archives was locked up tight. When I showed up after work there was a sign on the door saying the box office opens at 4 PM today and tomorrow. At least now I know better for tomorrow.

And when I got there this afternoon I questioned for the first time exactly what it is I’m doing. The door was locked and I was the only doofus standing around. Am I the only person so obsessed with this festival? I felt like a dork and quite possibly insane.

I’ve also felt completely burnt out all day today. I’m exhausted. It’s not just the movies, but all the walking around. I think I’ve walked a thousand NYC blocks the past couple days to get back and forth to the theater from work and my apartment, plus killing time during the long breaks.

I also feel emotionally drained. None of my trains ran on time today, my work computer crashed a dozen times. Nothing has been working right and I’m been slamming around in a pissy mood. It feels like there’s a conspiracy of even inanimate objects are out to get me.

For dinner I’m eating the biggest burrito of my life. I hope I don’t have to take a colossal dump in the middle of one of the programs later.

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