Oh baby, I'm high on Tylenol 3s. Mmmmmmm. Very OK. Feeling horny even. Yummy!
Seems like the late nights, Advil popping for my back pain (I'd taken my sons to Florida for Disney World and carried the youngest on my shoulders pinching my sciatic nerve), the tonnage of wine, a wee impotence, lack of exercise, overwork, and numerous other stresses (you can imagine!
It's been a strange year so far. The Xtian millenium passed in a fog of abject pecuniary humiliation; I had churned out 60 paintings for a group show and as a result I owed money all over the place.
SUNDAY
MOVIE ONE
My friend and I get in line for a screening of BLUE VELVET. It's part of the Dialogues program, in which a filmmaker presents a film that has influenced them in some way.