a day of critical detachment

Today, Friday, has been a day of repose and consumption. I had a bunch of things I needed to review. I still do have a bunch of things I need to review, but it's a slightly smaller bunch. I reviewed an album by Marshmallow, the DVDs of Napoleon Dynamite and They Filmed the War in Colour: France is Free (a collection of colour films of France in WW2) and a book, Players, by Tony Wilson. I think that's all. It took longer than it should have. Now I am going to go out into the world and see Flywheel play at the Old Bar. I feel suitably relaxed, Friday usually seems to end up as the collapse day for me, whether I intend it to be or not. I wonder what they do in Indonesian jails on a Friday, have a day off? I also did some washing of dishes and clothes. Yeah, it was OK, though I do feel kind of guilty. Oh, and I wrote the preface to the Italian edition of my book. But I do that most days.