I can finally move my head and look left. This weekend involved some tempestuous activities that left me broken. I was not alone in this. As our party dwindled to the remaining four we all became more unruly and of course, more fun. There was friendly fighting, drinking, dancing, kissing, singing, and yelling. I learned many things including how to spot a 27″ TV a mile away and also to drunkenly answer a barrage of questions, while still making sense, all the while maintaining subtle ambiguity. That was Saturday. Sunday is a bit fuzzy. I slept through most of it.

Then Monday happened. I woke and couldn’t move. I practically fell out of bed. My weekend was determined not to be forgotten so quickly. I had requested the next two days off earlier because at noon I had my final surgery to attend. Everything went well; I shall be complete once more sometime in march. hallelujah. The rest of the day went something like an archaeological dig — constantly uncovering new places that I hurt. This is on top of the constant throbbing pain coming from my mouth. Tylenol and codeine were my caretakers. So, I pretty much kept my couch company all day Monday and entertained my tv by feeding it a steady diet of movies and tv shows. I watched Naked Lunch twice, an Inconvenient Truth, Kinsey, Lady in the Water, Prison Break, 24, and Heroes. The lingering anesthesia still floating around in my brain demanded I take random naps throughout the day and I was helpless to say no. I must say, as fractured and drug-laced as my viewings were, all the movies were brilliant.

Then came Tuesday. I woke and finally could move without hurt — mostly. I still felt beat but managed to get my affairs in order and be productive. Then I had some downtime. I ordered some pizza and wonderfully delightful cheesy bread and watched Montel Williams. I like him. He seems like a genuinely good guy. I think I’m going to put him on the “people I want to meet before they die” list that I haven’t started. After Montel and the wonderfully delightful cheesy bread were over, I found myself waiting for Dan Dan the Drywall Man to show up for an estimate. To kill the time I plopped myself down in front of myspace. And after I blinked once or twice I noticed it was three hours later. I called Dan Dan again but no luck. So I decided to write about what I just wrote about. You know, the stuff you just read up to this point. I still have Tsotsi waiting for me, but I think I might start on my new job for Curtis. I’m sure he would appreciate that.

“See, you can’t rewrite, ’cause to rewrite is to deceive and lie, and you betray your own thoughts. To rethink the flow and the rhythm, the tumbling out of the words, is a betrayal, and it’s a sin, Martin, it’s a sin.”

Naked Lunch


Current mood: beat up
Currently watching: Naked Lunch – Criterion Collection


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