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The Drunkenness of the Long Distance Lover 29/12/03
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From: angelina
Category: Other stuff
Date: 29 December 2003

Review

Floating on waves of vodka, I somehow manage to climb up the wobbly ladder to unearth the box of oils, tucked away and sleeping til today. Then the ususal trauma, not being good with heights at the best of times the top rung of the ladder seems much farther down than expected and I'm overwhelmed with the melodramatic fear that if i fell and broke my leg nobody would discover me for days, maybe until I didn't turn up for work anyway. A real leap of faith...and I am back to ground level. My easel's stored away, in bits and pieces. Manage to reassemble, or so i think, I am drunk and the bits which don't fit are forcefully put together, then I discover that the bit which shouldn't be in the place it is, is now actually lodged together as if by superglue. Ah, I think, I hit on a brilliant idea, grab some olive oil to lubricate the joints but nothing budges, get a hammer, whack it out...stare vacantly at the resulting splinters of wood amid an oily pool. Never mind, start painting anyway. Takes a while to familiarise myself with this, I haven't painted for a long time. Painting, thinking, trying not to think, then not thinking apart from painting. Thinking, if I don't paint now, I'll finish that litre of Smirnoff.

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