cock and bull

I'm in a bad mood. This is in fact the baddest mood I can remember for quite some time, even in light of all of the bad mood inducing events of the past 1.5 years. Or 25, rather. My bad mood can be linked to all sorts of reasonable physiological causes, like... I haven't had sex since January 1, I stayed up until 7a.m. on Friday and have spent the past 2 days with a boulder of a hangover crushing my head, and i'm trying to lose weight. This means no alcohol and very few carbs during the week. I have a headache, and a weird itching in my throat like I'm coming down with something. My eyes hurt, and whenever I start to think about anything I feel like crying. Yeah, this is one bad mood.

I went to see Tristram Shandy yesterday with my friend, and I managed to laugh a little. It's funny enough in it's self-congratulatory brit-lit sort of way. Steve Coogan is brilliantly arrogant as always. I wished I had read the book, although I think they made the film with the assumption that no one has read it. One thing the film lacks is a sense of a sticking point or crux of some kind. The most dramatic moment is when he makes out with the PA, and that doesn't come from or go anywhere.

Hopefully I will have the presence of mind to delete this blog before anyone reads it. I just needed a little whine... since i can't have any wine!