hung over

for all you people who are artists, contemporary or boring old school...sorry for the evil rag the other day. hate hate hate< blah blah blah...promise to get stunning job and find more important things to say. like how nice weather is, and what lovely dishes I've eaten recently, and promising things to think about for future projects. hung over

had crazy party at scooby's last night. we ate rabbit tagine...very very good. then drank pastis till late late at night, while screaming happy jokes with dacnar, the scoobs and her boyfriend's friend, who we shall henceforth call herbie. Herbie's job is writing the joke of the day. that's what we call a good job. vaguely remember dacnar talking about fantasy wigs and know made utter fool of myself imitating self different kinds of cheeses...my comte is always a winner.

anyways, back to real life. heading back to dreary north, hopefully for the last two weeks, to pack and get everything ready for the big move to Paris. Internet access will be difficult, so hold on to your petunias. I'm dropping out for the next couple of weeks, again.

noticed that, ha ha, my blog contains minimal references to TV serials. hee hee...maybe my life is becoming less referential. Does this mean that my blog readers will be find themselves stranded? stuff-a-nonsense. prove me wrong buckos.