Pablum

I'm probably going to the oh-life-is-so-great-and-aren't-you-just-FAScinated-by-it well a bit too much lately, but fuckit: that's where I'm at. We just finished a CD of Christmas carols performed by an unidentified British choir, with organ and everything. This was the soundtrack to me cooking and devouring steak frites with a shallot cream reduction and a perky Cab/Shiraz.

Have I mentioned that ten years ago I was fucking up dough in a can? And going to bed on the floor of my room in my crack-house full of roomates?

Oh, late '30s, how I love you.