The Moon of Worms

Originally Posted Thursday, March 28, 2013

Jesus Marimba. . . if you haven't watched HBO's "Phil Spector," you are missing out.  While the script is not so good as it might be, Al Pacino is. . . dyn-o-mite.  As is Helen Mirren.  And the song written by Spector that plays over the end credits is sumptuous. 

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The whiskey bottle went empty this weekend, and I have not refilled it.  It is killing me.  I've settled for wine and beer this week, and it is restorative.  But tonight I realized that there was a modicum in my flask, and so I had two drinks from it.  Oh my is it good.  I have the Irish disease for sure.  But that is gone now and I am back to the Chimay Cinq Cent which is fairly chewable. 

Tonight is the full moon, The Full Worm Moon.  What an idea.  It will haunt me in my non-sleep tonight.  Xanax.  It should be given out freely.  It should be in containers on the corner of every desk in any workplace.  But it is not and I have none and I know that tonight will be a dreadful thing. 

The night is young and I am not, and all I want. . . is everything I don't have.  Sleep well, my little darlings.  I am thinking.  Something may come of it soon.