I can’t post properly while I’m at work. I can only submit a little post (like this one) – anything larger and blogger fries like the mind of a vodka swilling Russian while he supervises a now-defunct nuclear missile station.
But, there are three things that I’m going to post about when I get home from work tonight:
1) I visited the Spiegel tent on the weekend to watch the Burlesque hour
2) I went to the Stanley Kubrick exhibition on the weekend and it was Farkin’ amazin’
3) It has been almost a year since that fateful day; almost a year since I made a terrible choice. And, in a strange coincidence, she rang last night (why do people do that?). It’s been almost 8 months since we last talked. I think I’d like to write a longer piece about her; about what went wrong and what went right; and about my vision for the future.
Oh, and as an aside, nicotine patches give you very strange dreams (there is actually a disclaimer on the box), and for someone already gifted – or cursed! – with vivid dreams it can mean only one thing: fucking loopy, nutty, batshit insane dreams.