Total Mule
Jul. 24th, 2004 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloI hate being drunk. I hate the fakiness of it; the feeling of being brilliant when you know- with that maidenly part of the mind that has stood apart- that you're actually having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other. And then, of course, I hate the comedown. No brief moment of blokey exaltation is worth that long night of having to hold onto the bed in case its pitching and rolling throws you off.
Yesterday was a very quiet day. I finished Mrs Dalloway. And I'm going to follow it up now with Michael Cunningham's The Hours (which Amazon's courier delivered to the door this morning.) Judy advised me I should do this, and I must respect her judgement very much because I'm a total mule and reject most such suggestions out of hand. Sadly she won't read this little tribute. I keep trying to get her to invest in a LJ, but she remains stubbornly faithful to her first on-line love, the political chat-rooms.
Yesterday was a very quiet day. I finished Mrs Dalloway. And I'm going to follow it up now with Michael Cunningham's The Hours (which Amazon's courier delivered to the door this morning.) Judy advised me I should do this, and I must respect her judgement very much because I'm a total mule and reject most such suggestions out of hand. Sadly she won't read this little tribute. I keep trying to get her to invest in a LJ, but she remains stubbornly faithful to her first on-line love, the political chat-rooms.
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Date: 2004-07-24 11:55 am (UTC)I do so hate being out of control