I watched "Wonder Boys" again last night. I used to watch it about once a year, but I haven't seen it in quite a few now. It is a wonderful film. Was. The ethics of it have become dangerous and suspect. You are not allowed to act like that any more and "get away with it." You can't do anything naughty unless you are J. Kelly, and even he would have a rough go of it now. We are correcting human behavior at an incredible pace. We are headed to perfection.
That is why Trump was elected. You know what I mean. One person's ceiling is another man's floor. Unless you have Trump money. Then you own the ceiling. You own the floor.
Anyway, I like the movie. I got the feeling that maybe Ili didn't enjoy it as much.
But I had two wonderful cocktails after work, champagne and rum things, and then we went to dinner at the wonderful sushi place and drank much sake and ate much tuna and edamame, and then we came home and drank what was left of the scotch.
I woke in the night with the horrors. I was sweating, my ears ringing, my gut burning. I had to get up. I remembered what I had been dreaming about. It was crazy, all wrong. It had a horror show eroticism. WTF?
I drank some water and went back to bed and slept until well past sunrise. Well past.
I will try to live away the dirt and slime of it today. I promise myself to drink less. We'll see how that works.
Still--champagne cocktails are tremendous.
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