3 March
Spent a quite mind-bogglingly lazy day yesterday, flipping around the TV, watching part of Mary Poppins and part of Bed of Roses and all of Who's Killing the Great Chefs of Europe, which is great fun and I recommend it highly, and basically blowing my nose and killing time until I could go back to sleep again.
I went to bed around 11, which means that I was actually only awake for nine hours.
So on Sunday I was talking with Cynthia and she informed me that the baby had dropped and I should be prepared for her to give birth really really soon. Possibly this week.
"We're going to show Molly a birth video so she'll be prepared in case she happens to be there when it happens," she said. "Do we need to show you one too? Are you ready for it?"
I told her that I had once seen a birth on TV and I got dizzy and had to go lie down, so it would probably be best if I did not see the video. She kind of looked at me suspiciously, and I said "It's different when you have a camera in your hands. Spaulding Grey says that the camera eroticizes the space at which it is pointed, and I believe that he's right. I was able to take pictures of my father two days before he dies, so I think I can take pictures of you giving birth without getting sick."
I hope I'm right.
I'm going to have to check my messages constantly, because I will have to rush home from work if she goes into labour while I'm there. I feel like an expectant father!
O, my computer's been fucking about with me and I had a small e-mail crash where I lost all of the saved messages in my In box for the past week (any filtered messages were fine, and of course the trash bin was saved nicely!), so if you have sent me any important or interesting e-mail since 22 Feb that I did not answer, please take a moment to send again.
Heard yesterday, a coming attraction blurb for the film Dog Day Afternoon:
"A man's quest for his lover's happiness lands him in hot water after a bank robbery attempt to pay for his lover's sex change operation."
Ah yes, that wacky farce, Dog Day Afternoon...
One year ago today:
"Why Mrs. Field's marriage is crumbling--on the next Hard Copy."
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