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The Dead Heart of the Week
Jul. 18th, 2007 03:50 pmWhat an odd and mainly useless day. After Steve and I came back from last night's excursion to the Richmond Rogue--his friends were taking him out, as a belated birthday thingie--I drank a lot of water, then decided I was not-drunk enough to take Nytol. Big mistake. I woke up at 3:30 AM covered in hot sweat, feeling nauseous and panicked; since then, all three qualities have never been far away. I've thus spent the entirety of Wednesday grappling with what Marwood (from Withnail & I) would call "the fear".
Now time's a-tickin'--as always--and I need to go in and present Black Snake Moan tonight, though the only thing I can really think of say about it is that it seems posited on the theory that the Blues are what poor American people (white or black) can use to gain enough personal insight and self-esteem to deal with their problems, instead of expensive psychotherapy. Meanwhile, Steve, Mom and Cal are up at Mom's friend's place, playing in her pool. I think I'll see if we have money yet, then go out and sit in a restaurant and mark papers if we do. Maybe then I'll cease to feel as though my tongue is wearing a yellow sock.
Now time's a-tickin'--as always--and I need to go in and present Black Snake Moan tonight, though the only thing I can really think of say about it is that it seems posited on the theory that the Blues are what poor American people (white or black) can use to gain enough personal insight and self-esteem to deal with their problems, instead of expensive psychotherapy. Meanwhile, Steve, Mom and Cal are up at Mom's friend's place, playing in her pool. I think I'll see if we have money yet, then go out and sit in a restaurant and mark papers if we do. Maybe then I'll cease to feel as though my tongue is wearing a yellow sock.
