The little blonde one skivved off to Vancouver this weekend with the belly-dancing girls, leaving me to wallow in my own crapulence. I made the most of it, re-inventing myself as human pancake on the couch watching Zatoichi and drinking Southern Comfort, burping occasionally as the mood took me. Cursed as I am with a superabundance of self-consciousness, I spent more time loathing my own inability to do anything useful than watching the movie. Which leads me to confess that the only reason why I am not a drug-addled street skag at this very moment, is that drugs n' alcohol only turn up the self-observation volume. This also explains why sleep is my drug of choice.
Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,Come back, little blonde one! I hate spending weekends on my own!
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.
--Sir Philip Sidney 1554-1586
ooh, which Zatoichi? i've only seen the Takeshi Kitano version but it was gooooood ...
It was in fact the Takeshi Kitano version. And it was awesome. And led me to at least read the Zatoichi wiki entry to look for more.