But, I’m snot-filled, from allergies but in pretty good spirits. TV’S NOT working right, so I amused myself by renting ROOM, a movie based on a novel by an Irish writer fiend of mine, Emma Donoghue. It was really pretty good. Made me want to read the book.
My tv remote needs batteries, but I kind of like eschewing the idiot box in favor of writing and contemplation.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.