Skunkeye saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind with MJ on Saturday – she’s one of the few people I actually can stand to see a movie with. Kept of on drifting in and out of consciousness – which, I suppose is kind of an appropriate way to see the film. MJ kept on having to wake me. Found it quite poignant even though I missed pieces of it – all the performers were at the top of their game. I could even take Jim Carrey. I was grateful that the Elijah Wood subplot seemed to be largely ignored because I really can’t stand him – he freaks me out.
I realized later in the evening that I was probably getting sick – I had been running all over town in the rain earlier in the week trying to find a book – which seemed to be out of stock everywhere and I was told we needed it - and two copies - ASAP for The Man for one of our shows. Which actually we didn’t. But whatever. The ladies told me The Man was trying to punish me for being late that day.
So I spent Sunday and Monday and part of Tuesday feverish, chills, sweating it out in bed. Had all sorts of visitations from people and things from my past and other strange dreams– my dog who passed away a few years ago came back to me as a sort of gorilla. Also a family of macaques at a hot dog vendor- similar to ones I used to have except different markings.
Meanwhile at the casa, while Skunkeye was dying:
D did go that party but apparently no one is supposed to know about it. Whatever. D came back Monday afternoon all disoreinted and coming down from something tweakey and stayed out again all Monday night. He is still sleeping it off. So much for his job.
Bumblefuck had some of his smelly band camp friends staying over unannounced, ripping apart the sala, as usual. When they left Sunday morning Bumblefuck was feeling plaintive, abandoned, lonely and emotional and wanted to share with the world:
Skunkeye Productions Presents:
****Live Sunday, March 21****
******10 AM******
BUMBLEFUCK
Solo, With Guitar, Premiering his new composition
“You Don’t Know How It Feels Like To Be Me”
****free OUTDOOR concert****
Seaton Place Alley, Between 17th and 18thLord, if there was ever a good time for the crackheads next door to use their firearms…
Also daytime TV sucks – except for The Bold and the Beautiful, of course - why is it that every time I’m home sick Brad Paisley and his wife are appearing on some show? They really are the whores of the daytime circuit.
Comments