Oooh you're a naughty mess

feeling fine and unfettered/ drinking a pot of espress and listening to photek, the rain, prescient in intent and in deed since 'tis raining/ yester was a day of moderation: 6 500ml stellas (5.2 purr-scent); 3/4 btl cote of rhone/ killed at scrabble, closing with an 89 point lead, taking my overall lead to 264/ also gorged on philum, requiem for a dream, 24hr party people, american gangster for the vicarious phyx/ up to precious little this day, i speculate/ aside from the rain i've to get back to reading/ music is a fine way to tone the body but does not provide the meat and bones/ will soon cook a fine b'fast for the alba, sunday's act of contrition (tho' i'm currently guilty of nowt it's nice to keep up tradition)/