I have been sick most of the week, and so that kind of put me in a despondent mood. After receiving minimal assistance from Student Death, I have spent the last couple of days taking a cocktail of OTC remedies for my (debilitating) sore throat. Here’s a pathetic picture: Sitting in my room listening to Tosca over and over, reading Wonderbread and Ecstasy: The Life and Death of Joey Stefano (the first bottom to be a gay porn star, who died of AIDS/drug overdose in 1994), and popping handfuls of Mucinex, Advil, Benadryl, Claritin, Sudafed, and Robitussin like they were a Halloween kiddie-mix.
Pouty Pirate.
Now that I am feeling a little bit better (thank god), I am going to see Pierrot Lunaire tonight. (I’m sure that will help me feel more cheerful, lol.) This weekend I pretty much going to study as much as possible and try to fix my serotonin imbalance by spending as much time in the sun as possible. Wish me luck, gentle reader.
4 comments:
*gasp* he saw pierrot lunaire and lived to tell the tale--so tell the tale, how was it?
Alan-
It was great. But L-O-N-G. I think 50 minutes is about my upper limit for enduring sprechstimme. However, the instrumentalists were all faculty members, so they were fucking fantabulous. Love!
Ah, the memories...I filmed Joey Stefano in 1989 stripping at Mars nightclub and then being violated by a beer bottle while lying atop a meat butcher table. A class act to the end.
Alexis-
I suppose the obvious question at hand is: "Which end of the beer bottle." [I guess this gives a new meaning to the beer brand Hienie-kin]
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