I’ve wanted to watch Boys Don’t Cry for about ten years but have never worked up the nerve. It’s been sitting in my “to watch” folder for ages and I just keep scrolling past it… I’ve never felt I had the fortitude. Well tonight I’m sick as and it’s making me feel a bit emotionally stunted, flattened affect and detached from everything so I’m about a third way through. It’s fine so far but I know a buncha pain is coming.
Well Saturday was video games and reading. It’s kind of a blur after taking a bunch of pseudo-ephedrine.
At around 6 Brenton and I went to pick up Josh to get some drunk. He’s working on a drill site in the middle of nowhere and was in town just for the weekend. Hearing about how pack mentality the drillers and miners are was disheartening. We had a bit of a discussion about masculine social hierarchies and how luxurious it is that metro boys don’t need that shit anymore. I just think we should be further along than we are and even though I understand our brains and instincts don’t evolve with our social norms I find it so disappointing.
Had dinner at Sultan’s Kitchen, two glasses wine. Went back to Brenton’s for moonshine and raspberry and talked crap for hours, I can’t even remember what. Psychopathy, geology, therapy, intimacy. Had three or four drinxx but it’s way stronger than regular vodka. Josh left and Brenton and I listened to Dark Side of the Moon and then I puked twice and passed out.
When I woke up I didn’t feel hung over but was way sick, sniffly and sneezy and headfuzzy. I stayed in bed till midday, then was supposed to meet Brenton’s cousin but felt too ill so came home and read some of Animals Make us Human and Plague Dogs and watched The Sky Crawlers and now am watching Boys Don’t Cry. Will probs call in sick tomorrow if I’m still feeling anything like this.
Being sick is kinda nice though. Something different. Whoa Chloe Sevigny’s boobs right now!