all's well/ a day of usualness smothers me/ good lunch, bottle of chilled blanc open, flight, a certain ratio on the stereo/ been writing regularly de late, which is most satisfying/ i write a page a day on a brief sequence of events from the previous/ i find writing in my diary cathartic but this kind of writing is an exercise in technique/ and it is remarkable how regular application can significantly improve the quality of one's work/ plod on....

f'n' g'd/ jus' r't'n'd fr'm ph'rm'cy/ well hydrated and happy i've just cracked a cold beer/ listening mardi gras, professor longhair/ currently reading les miserables, victor hugo, some of which exceeds divine: there is no good and evil, merely vegetation/ weather fine though bizarrely containing an autumnal tint/ no enthusiasm for writing right now...

another weekend of debauchery (another day - how many years ago did the line blur?)/ friday and saturday spent at various old haunts with various old flames in a whirl of everything worth smoking and champagne/ ended up by the thames, 0100 sunday neath big ben drinking and shivering/ my mate dropped me at victoria at 0300 and i got home at 0410, swallowed omega 3.6.9. tablets with milk and went to bed/ then had to be up at 1000 for a family outing of sorts, which was in fact fantastic/ poached salmon, ceaser salad and sparkling mineral water went some way to restoring me/ slept prolifically and now look less embalmed/ feeling good/ listening to i'm captive slick rick/ reading exterminator, william burroughs/ off to cafe soon, to attend to my routines...