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It is probably not a good idea to drink an entire bottle of wine in one sitting. It was pretty decent wine though, and I did threaten to drink it all myself.

Otesanek (Little Otik) was fantastic. Odd to hear so much dialogue in one of Svankmajer's films, but very very good. Creepy. Delightful. Gene and I rented Svankmajer's Faust to watch as well. That's when the drinking started. He assures me sleepily that I didn't sell my soul to the Devil. I did wake up at 4am in the bathtub though. My stomach feels a little queasy this morning. I can't decide if it would be better or worse if I had eaten anything yesterday.

So cloudy outside. Grey light that reminds me of cathedrals. He's sleeping on my couch, and I'm sitting on the floor with my headphones on.

fried pickles are good for you

Felt very Austin, and all of my long years. We went up the Threadgills at about 2, for chicken fried chicken, fried pickles, fried okra and other such delights of Southern cooking. Our waitress must have been on a lot of Thorazine; she was pretty damn perky. It took some of the edge off this thing called a hangover. Though I should feel worse, considering I consumed all that wine so fast.

We went on an unintentional meander through places full of shiny electronics, coveted technology, and entertainment. I picked up a second PS2 controller for Melynda, as an early birthday gift and so Gene and I could play Tekken 2. Mmm video games. Also bought Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust on DVD.

where did I lose those moments?

My forehead is bruised, about half an inch above my eyebrows. I think I must have hit on the edge of the sink. This discovery of bruises is always the most interesting part of the day. There is a little one on my left shoulder too.

I have the oddest memory of Gene standing in front of me, holding out his hands in the glow of the television. Maybe I dreamed it.