In which Duder cleans up cat poo, once again

So. Quite sick over the last couple of days. Probably due to the overall exhaustion of training for and running a marathon. Won't let that stop me though, because... I'm in Kits again! Must... party... hard...
Went for drinks with Typewriter on Friday night. It was a surprising amount of fun. He wants to take my portrait and, given that our waitress asked for his card after seeing me thumb through some of his work, I am very flattered.
Slept until noon today given no small amount of disturbances last night. Thanks, Felix, for being antisocial, fat, ugly and also snoring underneath the bed. And crunching your hard food this morning and digging in the cat box and lapping water for hours on end. I love you so much.
Big D came over today after watching a documentary on the bottled water industry. I was going to go, but the whole sickness, tired thing. It was good to see him so riled up and passionate. We had a brief chat before Michael joined us for brunch in which it appeared that, perhaps, we were both making peace with some of our bad habits. I can't speak for him, but I suppose it's safe to say that I have some bad habits and they make up a part of who I am, and that maybe I do (what contemporary society deems to be) bad things from time to time, I'm not a bad person.
Michael and I went for a walk after lunch and finally got to sit on my dad's bench. Cor that's a hard bench to get a seat on, I tell you. It was an amazingly stellar day and I felt so calm and introspective and happy to be sitting there, looking out on the ocean and the mountains. It's so nice to be able to sit there and reflect.
Made Michael suffer through and episode of Lost before we headed out to see Woody Allen's latest offering: "You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger".
What can I say? I love Woody Allen. When he passes away it will be a profoundly sad day for me because I think he is just absolutely brilliant. I know some people don't like him per se, but then I would say watch a movie that he doesn't star in, like "Match Point" or "September" or this current release. He's a goddamn genius. It tackles relationships, "the grass is always greener" concept, the idea of blind faith and happiness. It was excellent. The casting and the acting was superb: flawless. And Allen downplayed the whole thing, saying he essentially made it out of love and that he didn't think that it would do well in the box office. Even Allen's second rate movies far trump anything that is currently on offer. I realize that I'm profoundly biased towards his movies, but it's hard not to be when you're intrigued by the nuances in relationships and the choices we have to make on a daily basis: following one's artistic vision versus paying the bills; ending a waning relationship to try something fresh and new; neuroses; self doubt - it's all there.
As usual we went for a post movie de-briefing at a local pub. So much fun. So many different angles and aspects from the movie led us down many tangents while quaffing Viognier and eating calamari.
I love that I am surrounded by people that think independently, that get riled up and are passionate, that have carefully formulated opinions but are open to debate.
I love my life.
And to quote Allen "my relationship with death remains the same: I'm strongly against it."