Rain, Rain

A lousy day for sure, with air pressure making my head buzz like a hive. Still, Chapter Twenty-One is holding at 5,499, with 1,499 of that added today--I think it's imminently finishable, maybe even tonight. And since the So You Think You Can Dance Canada finale's not 'til Sunday, it doesn't really even have to interfere with tonight's iteration of what I've come to call The Battle of the Bed: Cal vs. us, complete with fake-laughter, jumping, diaper-ripping and floor-pissing. Last night I had to take every damn thing that wasn't tied down out of his room, for fear he'd rip it up or play it like a drum, and tonight it'll probably be no different. No wonder I'm so tired.

One good thing is that I got hold of a copy of Left Bank, the Flemish horror movie which tries to do for witchcraft films what Let The Right One In did for vampires. All the tricks of neo-realist/Dogme filmmaking are in wonderful evidence, and the slow-burning character work ropes you in until you're practically biting yourself to take your mind off what might happen. More on this later, hopefully.

For now, it's drugs, then Surrey Place, and Cal. And I'll try to keep going.