Sunday. There was the visit to the sushi place last night where I found a need to consume two large flasks of sake on top of an earlier assignation with a large 24oz. bottle of Corona Extra, La Cerveza Mas Fina, which, although it is true that it's not all that much alcohol to consume over a period of three or four hours, still set the morning slightly off kilter and I have been of a mind to skip off kilter mornings, slight or otherwise, for a while. Neither here nor there, I guess, here in Oakland.
Otherwise the morning is good as I sit here futzing with pictures. Breakfast down the way, what can I say, I'm in a rut, a breakfast rut. A nut in a rut who lives by a lake filled with birds and twigs and seeds.
Later. Back from an excellent Thai lunch and a movie (Cinderella Man starring Russell Crowe and Renée Zellweger) with MSM in Vallejo. A good reason not to read movie reviews which, in the case of Cinderella Man, varied from way too saccharine (what in the hell is Ron Howard up to!) to others hailing a really great (boxing) movie. It is a really good (boxing) movie. It put you on the edge of your seat during the fights and I found myself wondering how it was going to turn out knowing full well how it was going to turn out since it's based on the life of Jim Braddock: the amazing comeback kid, boxing's “Cinderella Man” of the Great Depression who, as one of boxing's great underdogs, defeated Max Baer for the heavyweight championship. That's not bad.
A decision to get rid of all this extraneous crap piled up in my apartment over the next month. Have no idea if I'll follow through.