Pynchon

This evening I consumed half a bottle of Kamala Cabernet Sauvingauon Shiraz Western Cape 2004 (probably spelt incorrectly); the first half having been consumed by the two of us in the week. I have very little tolerance for alcohol, these days, so everything is fuzzy and blurry.

I asked Lorraine if she would consider having sex with me this evening. She didn't want to. She said she had a headache. Actually this is an improvement. Normally the answer is just "No, not tonight" and no excuse is given. Thinking about it, why should she have to give me any excuse?

Lorraine has good instincts. I have been down and withdrawn all week. I thought that I had disguised it very well, but obviously not. Lorraine noticed. This morning she gave me an early Christmas present; a Ben Sherman watch. She said that it was cheap, but I bet that it wasn't. It is clunky and large and not really the kind of watch that I would buy for myself these days, but I like it. It was given through love and worry and an attempt to cheer me up and it worked.

I am sure that Lorraine loves me, but... Things are missing. Perhaps I am just an animal.

Boring.



This afternoon we went to see Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride". We thought that it was wonderful. Nobody does these kind of strange, gothic fantasies better than Tim Burton. Beautiful looking film, wonderful animation, wonderful voice cast, wonderful music. I recommend it very highly.

My PC just asked me to confirm the time conversion to GMT. I have gained an hour. Summer is over.

This evening we watched "The Day After Tomorrow". It was OK. It seemed better than I remembered it, but maybe it was the resonance with recent events in New Orleans and Florida that improved it in retrospect.

Phil was voted off "The X-Factor" . He lost the sing-off against the mighty Chico. Poor Phil. Chico has bags of enthusiasm, but sadly the guy cannot sing...

I was belligerent when I came upstairs to write on this blog, and all ready to say how sick I was of the work horse shit and name names, but now I feel better. The blog as an aid to mental health? Somebody should write about that one day, but it will not be me.

I will have a hangover in the morning, despite having had a litre of water. It seems appropriate. Who gives a fuck?

I saw a film at the cinema last Sunday. It was called "Vital", it was Japanese, but as my mind was elsewhere, I can remember practically nothing about it. Sorry.

Goodnight.