I finally saw the Wrestler, which was probably not a great idea for someone as depressed as me, but it did give me a new term. The moment you realize that you’ve completely fucked up your life and that continuing would be nothing but a long series of devastating blows to your dignity – It’s …
I hope he saved his money, because it’s got to be a bitch getting a job, when you’re only previous experience is writing a song about how lazy you are due to your drug use. Then again if they ever legalize it and tax it, I see a massive bidding war for the commercials.
The day the clocks move forward is the worse day of the year, but at least after 6 months the clock in my room will be correct again.
I was just watching some clips from Elvis Costello’s Spectacle show. One was Crying in the Rain with James Taylor, which really encapsulated the way I’ve been feeling, but James Taylor was James Tayloring in up. I looked for a version by Nick Lowe and Dave Edmunds, who put out an EP of Everly Brothers …
Alan Harper: [Alan has a bad case of the flu, Charlie wants to tell him some ‘great news’] There is no great news, there is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is no silver lining; there’s just this hell on earth, and the slow wait for the sweet release of death.
