Crazycrone (crazycrone) wrote,

Sick, Sick, Sick...

I've  been lying like a slug all week, with this wracking cough that just won't quit. I have to get up at least once a night, to retch up mucous, and stagger to the bog. When I force myself to work out extra-limply, I feel a bit better, but then get really worse, quickly. Feck. I Am So BORED!
I never went to see the West End lights and windows  this year. I always do, although they're seldom interesting. Same with the dreary market along the South Bank. I usually go to see if it's got any less depressing. (It never has-) This year, I just had other stuff going on, like the eternal cough, going to Venice, etc, and couldn't be arsed.
Speaking of Venice, I must see that film PEGGY GUGGENHEIM: ART ADDICT. I was much more intrigued by her villa and art collection than I expected to be. There were quite a few pieces by well-known artists that I hadn't seen before, especially the exceedingly strange   OINK     which I kept going back to. It's still haunting me. I went in by the sculpture garden entrance, but while doing the galleries, I looked out a window, and  saw people coming in another way, past this :
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Every one grinned broadly as they moved by. He definitely is quite jolly, and also stars on a T-shirt in the shop, which I resisted buying. The whole place is full of pleasant surprises

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