Quite happy right now. Am sitting here quite tipsy (having long ago lost the fear of drinking alone), listening to the best album ever given me (Ascenseur pour l'echafaud by Miles Davis) and reading an excellent, novel-length Spuffy fic which you can find here. I find jazz and pornography go quite well together(though it's only rated R and the first 12 chapters are PG-13, I'm getting soft in my old age).

Plus, extra reason to be glad: my ex, dare I say it? "step" daughter just called and still wants to hang out. Which is lovely as I thought I'd forever be known as the bitch that made daddy cry.

Ooh and I saw Scanner Darkly the other night. Wish I had been able to shmoke up a little before going. It was quite good - someone should have paired Robert Downey Jr and Woody Harrelson together ages ago.

The two sweet little tramps who threw some guys underwear on my balcony the other day, thinking my apartment was his, are back out there flirting with the object of their affections. Do they know how much it will destroy their friendship when he chooses one of them over the other?

Drunks need no segueways.