watching
Got to re-watch this at the Barbican during the Noah Baumbach retrospective they held this month. The first time I watched I had not been diagnosed yet (AuDHD) and I didn't know why I identified so closely with her. This time around I could see myself so clearly but also tenderly, and explain the baffling parts of her behaviour to the friend who came with me to see it.
This is where I keep track of the things that I read, watch, listen to and make. It's kind of my blog-pinterest-twitter and bookmark folder all in one. I keep it mainly for myself, because I have a bad memory, but it's public because I'm generous like that.