8/7 Let's Get Physical... Physical!

I spent today in a weird way reading Henry Lawson and grocery shopping. It wasn't until after a poetry reading (in which I won the door prize, woo!) that I started to feel better, after a long, grueling conversation with Martina where she asked questions about me and my fears and my past and the contents of Phylloxera that I was either unprepared or afraid to answer. I feel better in some ways, at least. I also wrote out premises for three new story ideas, so there's no dearth of material-- I just need to get my head on straight and write.

Drinking asides: Some important papers finally arrived so there was afternoon-commiseration wine followed by late-afternoon coffee/wine. At the Lee Marvin readings there was wine like usual, and then more at The British to dry off from a long, pissing-rain walk home. I, apparently, have become a world-class wino, having no money to be a drunk on anything else down here.

Drink Count: 8

What can you even say about this?? Inverted titties in a crystal ball? One more fucked up member of the Jackson family? She looks like the strangled black skeleton of Olivia Newton John...