Today I spent a good portion of the day in a haze of Robitussin. ROBOTRIPPIN! After waking up to the wind screaming outside my windows and therefore unable to get back to the very exciting dream I had been having (Mr. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, did you sleep at ALL last night?) I realized I was on the verge of some kind of coldlike plague. Or plaguelike cold. Hence the Robo.
I woke up and finished a couple of songs really loudly, running the keyboard through the effects amp and the guitar through a delay — haha soo prog rock of me. I’m sure my neighbour was really delighted with the popdisco mashup coming from my apartment as I semi-wastedly mashed out riffs and recorded them on my cellphone to reevaluate upon sobriety. Which was basically hours and hours and hours and hours and hours away.
I have this condition, see, where I get instense psychotropic reactions from dextromethorphan, which is in basically every over-the-counter cough and cold product. Most people get some kind of high from DM products, but my reactions are INSANE. I took a tablespoon at 8 AM and it’s 10:15 PM and I’m still kind of coming down, after having to lie down for 2 hours. Which would be cool, except you are can’t do anything because you’re already feeling kind of shitty and it’s not really a fun high or anything, more of a kind of saucer-pupils-and-talking-too-much-about-too-many-topics-at-once-topped-off-with-paranoia kind of a thing.
So anyway, decided to brave the city, because as a friend pointed out– “it’s not like you’re the only one on Yonge St. with enormous pupils… you’re just the only one not on crack”. My counterpoint was the fear that I would then be lit up like a neon sign and accessible to them, so a huge hat was immediately a necessity. Sidenote: Why are daytime veils no longer an option? Can we bring them back, or is this only a couture/nighttime kind of a deal? Please look into this and get back to me.
Ended up going to see Charlie Kaufman’s Synecdoche, New York at the Carlton, which was astonishingly good. I find his films always make me want to go back to acting if only to dream of working with such a visionary director. Philip Seymour Hoffman and the rest of the cast were incredible. I wonder what the general review will be from other viewers, though, because I am prone to loving anything that involves stage actors and movie-within-a-movie stuff. So I don’t know. It might be one of those “you’ll either love it or hate it” things.
So yeah, nothing too exciting today, just hoping to get over this cold for the show on New Years, necking bottles of echinacea and COLD FX, greens multi and vitamin water.
Cross your fingers I don’t die!