ONE OF THE WEIRDEST DREAMS OF MY LIFE the night before last. I would have posted last night if only the internet caff didn't shut by 10:30. I dreamt vividly that I was in a drug rehabilitation centre which was half oligarchal luxury yacht, half swanky St Petersberg townhouse. I was surrounded by aristocratic druggies with the same sloaney voices I associated with drugs from my university days, only these guys had titles like "Count" and "Princess" as in the novel. No bonnets and meringue dresses on the ladies unfortunately: this was modern hi-soc.
So I woke from that feeling bemused. Perhaps nighttime TV had inspired me with a Learning Zone feature on fairytales. This children's writer said Cinderella was the all-time classic as far as she was concerned, but I thought no no it's Hansel and Gretel. Lost children, wicked witch, gingerbread house. What do you think that house symbolizes to me..?
Je n'ai plus des lunettes!
Meine Brille sind kaput!
I'm totally sans specs. My glasses are no more! I'm feeling my way through a blur like Daphne or Velma in Scooby Doo... Totally lost in the haze, man. (What does that stand for?)
Yes my old percentage-sign glasses that were too done in for anything other than TV have finally fallen apart. I'm surviving on someone else's luxury bendy frames I found on the streets over a year ago. The prescription's barely half as strong as I actually need and so the world's still half a blur. But we've come down from JMW Turner watercolours to Claude Monet's Poplars on the Epte. Walking around in a 24-7 impressionist painting of London is pretty cool anyhow...
I do apologize I have not posted, neither have I been in touch with anyone since I've been so depressed I've felt like I was stabbed through the brains by a psychiatric knife. I need to go doctors' for some pills, I think... (But of course I've been far too down to be bothered...)
BTW I know I've barely mentioned them but my hammies, all 4, are alive and well ~ but there's another point of contention: I have a really nasty feeling that Spherical, who's adopted Bashful's bizarrely exaggerated pantomime peering into space has gone blind as well. What am I going to do? The vets won't be able to help even if they could diagnose. So I suppose I'll have to do nothing...
Angela Lansbury: Tale as Old as Time (Beauty and the Beast)
Do you know I'd never heard this till a couple of days ago? Now it's running round and round in my head. Brings out the inner child in me:
It's taken me fifty years - One morning, when I was in grammar school, a girl in my class came in wearing a denim jacket she'd bought from a charity shop. I loved that jacket and I wa...
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