8/5 Shaun Of The Dead...

...is one of the greatest movies ever. Especially in light of the most inane dumb-fuckery this universe saw over the past few weeks. At any rate, I had a quiet Sunday around the house, working myself to the emotional bone on Phylloxera (this story is killing me), then working on various other pieces until I couldn't deal with it anymore and had to sit in the shower for half an hour to calm down. Ugly times indeed. But I did finish the Fitzgerald collection (good enough to devour the head of the next person you see) and got a new, non-library-issued edition of Ulysses that I can plod through with impunity over the next three months. Pizza, wine, and zombie-spoof with Martinar and then a long overdue bedtime session with Honey Bear three full time zones closer but still way, way, way too damn far away.

Drink Count: 9

Worst Album Cover #14:Cuntgratulations, Jules! For yer sixteenth birthday I got ya's... pregnant! Now I'll have a son and a grandson all in one. Hey, stop lookin' at my beer! Don' make me take this hat off!