Been medicating with herbal tea, Canadian Springs, Ed Wood movies, golden age pornography, and sleep. Mostly though I've been thinking of Halloween. I think this year might be the one I do Freddie Mercury, but only if it's reasonably warm. Otherwise, Lee Harvey Oswald, carrying around a pumpkin with the entire right half corner shredded off and the innards hanging out. Morbid is what the season is for man.
You've probably seen 'The Worst Witch'. I mean, if you're within twenty years of my own age and reading this the odds are more than half. I do have a fixation with Tim curry's big number, always wanted to see it covered live by some band with fat keyboard riffs and a flamboyent weepy orgasm guitarist like Dean Ween or Garry Shider. Though I fear that such a thing might just be too perfect for mortal life. I'm going to have some codeine and go back to bed now.