| Current mood: |  drunk |
| Current music: | a knight's tale |
muddy death, and the lyrical beauty of its contradictions
when Noreen has company over, she turns into a completely different person. However, it does mean that we eat a better dinner and drink more expensive wine. And watch each other become incredibly phony and talk about things that don't matter in the slightest, but I learned that when I get drunk I talk very quickly. So I articulated the difference between modern Canadian and American theatre as compared to the difference between the two countries' educational systems; how one is far more advanced than the other, to the point that if an American were to witness a Canadian mediocrity he/she would be astounded. I was hammered.
And I was presented with a copy of a book by Harold Bloom, which reminded me that everyone was at the Blooms', which made me a little upset, but once I started reading the book in my stupour and found that I agreed with very little of what he wrote, I became a little angry. At which point I decided to drink a lot of water and eat saltine crackers.
I got an email saying that I got into Waterloo. And I laughed.
And now I'm watching A Knight's Tale, which, combined with the prospect of tomorrow's early morning, is making me angry again.
This is the part where conflicts are averted with alcohol and/or hallucinogenic drugs of the poetic kind that only Harold Bloom and the Fat Lady herself can provide me with (and by the Fat Lady, I do not refer to Jesus, jessica bloom, but another that I will not name here because I don't wanna).
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