I've just returned from the dentist, and what was supposed to be a quick popping the permanent crown in my mouth turned out to be and hour and fifteen minutes of shots, bleeding and total discomfort. My mouth is all numb, I'm afraid I'll bite my tongue again, and I feel very, very sorry for myself. I'm just going to hang with self pity for a few hours, or maybe the rest of the day.
I'm reading a David Thompson book, "The Big Screen", and as usual he is thought provoking and fun to read. I love reading about the movies, and gaining a sense of the history of film, and he's such a lively writer, that even when I don't agree with him, I enjoy his point of view. The book is way better than a movie magazine, even a pretentious one, and it counts as low brow and high brow. I believe I would have loved taking film courses and writing about film. Another road not taken, among many.
This afternoon I may tackle another grocery round, if I can cheer myself up a bit. Time's awasting, the the big day almost upon us.
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