Yesterday again. Vicky and I aren't at our best for film school. She had a stomach bug at the weekend, and had managed to throw up so hard she's bust the blood vessels in one eye and down the front of her neck, and it hurts ... Faced with the twin asynchronous flicker of the TV screen and the computer scream, my head attempts an emergency shutdown ... we take pills, we sort of recover, but I'm not getting as much out of this as I ought to ... but the music fits so well I can;t really be cross. I play with titles, but I wish I'd done more, kept a sharper eye, been more insistent. Probably as well I didn't. I'm so close to being insufferable already.
And then the cinema burnt down. Where am I going to watch Spideman now?
Shit. The pill's beginning to wear off already. It's only been four hours! Am I getting used to them?
Today's creepy moment comes courtesy of giggle bunny -- anyone else feel a tad voyeuristic?
