I watched half of the Pervert's Guide to Cinema yesterday. Interesting. But I don't want to get into that now.
I'm just sitting here, questions, paper and pen ready, waiting for a call and thinking of sex. I've been like this since as long as I can remember. But I feel as though, contrary to last year's fears, I'm approaching some kind of peak, where I know with more certainty what I want and how to get it. Only my own fears hold me back.
And there's the call...
And the guide. I love Zizek