Saw "Garden State" with hammercock last night (though partially). The zoned out stare. The numbness. The view of a party in slow-motion followed immediately by a blur as if I'm static. It's so familiar. I even stay emotionless when turbulence rocks the airplane. And I'm not even on medication. It's becoming more so as I figure out when to visit Florida for the first time in over a year. No funeral, though I will be visiting my sick grandmother. No Ian Holm, but I have a separated mother and father. I don't expect to find Natalie Portman in Miami which is OK by me. Zach Braff is brilliant at capturing the mid-late 20s angst.