Our new Year Ones will register this coming Friday and I've been tasked to speak for five minutes about the school's special art program. At least it's something to do... Strange, I've simultaneously and paradoxically been bored to distraction and loathed to do any work. Uh well, something's gotta give.

Shopping spree after receiving December's bonus. I know I should be saving, but hey at least I paid off all my debts before I embarked on The Rape of Orchard Road... bought a pair of Evisu jeans, a dress watch from Cerruti , a shirt from Calvin Klein and a pair of loafers from Tod's. Christmas sales. Love 'em.

Trifecta of R&B-slash-hip/hop CDs- Ne-Yo's Year of the Gentleman, Beyonce's I am... Sasha Fierce, and Kanye West's 808s and Heartbreak. So far, very satisfied. Reading going very slowly... Roberto Bolano's 2666, a mega- and meta-detective novel containing five separate narratives that converge on an apocalyptic scene of mass-murder in a Mexican border town. This from the blurb of course. I am barely 150 pages into its near 1000 pages...

Feeling like a zombie today. Slept through the whole of yesterday. LITERALLY. Bad, bad move. Woke up hourly through the night and got up eventually at seven this morning with fingers and knees that couldn't stop shaking, sheets and all scattered all over the floor... and vaguely remembering a dream/nightmare in which I was watching some twisted version of Hitchcock's Psycho with a black Anthony Perkins (with an Afro) making off into the sunset carrying his mother who gradually grows (regresses?) into a wrinkled nymphet flirting incestuously amidst girlish giggles. Ugh.

No more whole-day sleep-ins. Gym today and tomorrow. Most definitely.