A song by Dido that, in my mind needs no introduction.

I'm not sure what mood I'm in right now...maybe the quiet reflection mood.

My weekend wasn't awful. On Friday I went to my father's house, as usual.

On Saturday me, my brother, my father and some old family friends, went to see the new Coen brothers' film A Serious Man in a place called The Watershed.

The place we went was amusing to me, as I found, just about every artsy stereotype possible there. Amongst them were:

The 'student' with signature bedhead, a formal jacket, skinny jeans and a guitar case.

The ' Pony tailed poet' looking like he'd slept a week in his car, with a beard, holding a book in front of his face as he suspiciously watches people walk through the door.

The 'Nodding couple' who you'll find at museums nodding at the artwork, as if it's talking to them. In this case the woman was wearing velvet, with an odd bowl-cut style black wig, and a scarf (no doubt made from natural fibres) draped around her.

The 'we're not like the other adults' group of friends. These you can see anywhere, my guess is they all go to Jazz night at their local bar and say 'Ya' instead of yes. I grew up with these people.

and...the gay men, who you can't conveniently put into a group as it takes all kinds.

I'll stop being cynical now.

The film was as expected: weird. All Coen brothers films leave you with a feeling of confusion, and take a while to process. Anyone who has seen Barton Fink will know this.

On Sunday after me and my brother eventually convinced our father to drive us to our mother's house, my friend slept over...so Saturday and Sunday was awesome, though she had to go, six hours later than her mother told her to...

I'm just looking forward to seeing my mother, who's coming home tomorrow, after over a week...

Well, it's 3am, I should sleep, I suppose.

For ~Myshfelk as she's the one who always takes it.