Current mood:	pessimistic
Current music:	Dear Booze - Family Guy Live In Vegas

He Came Dancing Across The Water, With His Galleons And Guns...
So. It's half two on a Saturday morning and I'm sat at the computer watching JFK for the third time this week, with nary a drop of alcohol in my bloodstream, a smidgin of substance in my system, or even a handful of coppers in my pocket. I have of late - but wherefore I know not - lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of excercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. Such is the consequence of not having been paid by my employers for as long as I can remember. Hence the reason why I'm here, updating my livejournal instead of getting cosy with the nearest convenient gutter, or falling off a chair without spilling a drop of whiskey.

Still, it can't be all bad. And while I begrudge fate for not allowing me to wantonly murder braincells this weekend, I'm grateful to the good folks of Wikipedia, who have kept me mildly entertained for the last, oooh, six hours. Have you ever wondered about the downfall of Montezuma II's Aztec empire at the hands of the conquistador Hernan Cortez? The story of Vlad The Impaler and the Golden Cup? The possible location of the mythic continent of Atlantis? The truth behind the Vampire of Highgate Cemetary? Or the mysteries of anilingus? Maybe not. But it's all there, a veritable Tutenkhamun's tomb of semi-useless information just waiting to be pored over. And while it's no subsitute for waking up on a Saturday afternoon with a head that feels like a Frenchman just shat in it, it's been my saviour this weekend. Apparently I briefly had my own Wikipedia page, which was taken down by the powers that be for being 'Filth' or some other such adjective. As a dear friend of mine might say - gutteritis.

In other news, I got my first decent job since August this week, which I don't want to jinx by talking about. These things have a habit of falling through at the last minute, in my experience. Unfortunately the last couple of months have been a bit dry for me, to the point where I've started looking for a proper job so as to avoid any more weekends like this one. Sadly, after 17 years - Jesus, it's scary when you say it like that - of education, I'm still no closer to deciding what I want to do with myself. I'd really like to be able to eke a living out of what I'm doing now, but with the way things are going, I need a supplemental income, just in case the long-planned novel I'm currently researching in a lacklustre manner never actually comes to fruition. But who knows, this job may yet kickstart a prosperous period for me. After all, it wouldn't be the first time I've feared I'd never work again.

In happier news, Belle & Sebastian's new album 'The Life Persuit' sounds - on first listen, at least - rather wonderful.