Life by numbers

I wish it would pain me to say, but it doesn’t really, that I did indeed fall off the wagon over the weekend. Just a day later than expected. Oh well, best laid plans and all that! At least it was another short binge, lasting only Sunday and Monday, with me still feeling a little off yesterday (Tuesday). It’s very strange how it happens. I can’t express in worlds how utterly bored out of my skull I was sober. Having a binge does seem to reset my mental clock and make me enthusiastic about stuff again.

I’m sure my doctor wouldn’t approve though.

I managed to get out to the pharmacy/chemist today to pick up the extra batch of tablets my nurse prescribed me, now that I’m on a double dose. It was a mercifully fleeting excursion, with very little to report. Usually something terrible befalls me (nearly being hit by a car, potentially getting mugged, etc.) but, actually, I was in high spirits all the way and was even a little crestfallen that there wasn’t some nutcase at the bus stop to chat to.

Solidarity, my fruitcake brethren!

My appetite is still off, so I’ve not put much food on my grocery order to be delivered tomorrow. I’m going to order a takeaway tonight, just to see if my tastebuds are leaning back towards international cuisine (rather than chips, chips, and more fucking chips). I think it’s about 5 pm now, so the restaurants should be opening.

I never heard back from that music school about singing lessons, by the way. I’m a bit disheartened by that. Maybe they went under during the pandemic. Bless. They could just have a funny academic schedule, I suppose. Oh well, I’m quite happy with recording instrumentals, for now. I’ve just ordered a new guitar rack so, unfortunately, my homemade studio will have to remain closed until I’ve reshuffled all my equipment and build said rack. I’m really not happy with the current layout of my music nook. Plus I’d like to vacuum around that area, which will be the first time I’ve done so in a few years.

Make it five.

At least it’s much cooler now, so any housework, heavy-lifting, and building I do won’t end with me being in too much of a sweaty state. I do tend to overheat very easily, which I think is genetic. It still happened when I was trim and healthy in my early 20s, so it’s not a weight/age thing.

What?

Oh I’ve had no contact from anyone else either. They’ve all phased me out. Sigh. I don’t blame them really, I’m sure I’d phase me out too if I knew me. I guess I’m happy with that, as it means I’m not getting paranoid about what I’ve said to people. I don’t say anything to anyone now. It’s nice and quiet, just me and my hobbies and this thing, which doesn’t get any views anyway. Hello, readers of the distant future! How are the flying cars doing?!

Nice.

I’m currently working my way through the Kirk Douglas-starring Vincent Van Gogh biopic Lust for Life, whichI’m trying to savour it the best I can, as it’s very good. I was initially worried that Douglas might be slightly miscast, being too charismatic for the troubled painter, but he actually does a great job. The film is a little too “Classic Hollywood” and romanticised for the subject, I’d say, but it’s still way better than that awful Robert Altman miniseries (although I’ve still not seen the shorter theatrical cut, which I suspect will be more watchable). I think I’m just about to the part of Lust for Life where Van Gogh’s mental state really goes down hill, so I’m waiting until I’m emotionally stronger to finish the film off. It certainly won’t be while I’m eating my takeaway (which I’ve just managed to order).

More Disney cartoons have arrived, so I’ve decided my next viewing will be The Jungle Book. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen that one before, much to my surprise, although I was a big fan of the series TaleSpin. To give them some credit, Disney really did/do put effort into their television spin-offs, which I hear is more than one can say about their direct-to-video sequels. Oh I finally managed to sit all the way through The Black Cauldron which, while uniquely dark for the studio, is tediously fantasy-by-numbers stuff. John Hurt’s in there though, so it’s not all bad.

Hmmm, I think it’s time to go. The takeaway arrived and has mostly been consumed in the time it’s taken me to proof read this post, so I’m feeling a serious food-coma coming on. I’ll let you know how Lust for Life goes.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!