Friday, July 01, 2005

Dream of a certain ex-boyfriend of mine. ("Who?" is inconsequential. Nobody recent.) He was dressed as Elvis. He handed me a beer.

Feeling better today. Woke at noon and have been reading Hard Times by Dickens ever since. Though I usually run screaming from anything written before 1960, I really like this book. The wordiness drives me nuts and the distinction between the "good" and "bad" characters is a little too clear-cut for me to believe. But all in all, it's amusing. It pokes fun at the (still rampant) sentiment found amongst assholes that art and enjoyment and contemplating are useless things and that facts, money and posessions are what really matters.
Though I think the title Hard Times would better suit a porno.

And, after many months..
a new Happy Hour chapter has been posted!
*glee*
posted at 4:02 PM |