Mar 26, 2008 19:50
But I'll come out of it, I expect. I'll know when my light perception starts to improve; right now I'm at about 40%, which is enough to render things gloomy. It's not just the usual depression, either; this has an annual component...yesterday marked eleven years since my father's death in Minneapolis, on the way back to Ireland (an event that pretty much triggered ongoing issues with writing that I still haven't been able to beat), and it also marked four years since the suicide of a friend.
Lots of deaths lately, too, with Richard Widmark leaving us at the ripe old age of 94.
And today is another step towards my being condemned as a failure, of course, but that's another matter that gets into a swirl of contemptible behavior. As well as this, the insomnia and ongoing sleep issues have left me exhausted and even more lacking in focus than usual.
To ease through, I watched The Colour Of Magic, the second live-action adaptation of Terry Pratchett's work (based on both The Colour Of Magic and The Light Fantastic), with Sean Astin as the hapless tourist Two Flowers, David Jason as Rincewind, Tim Curry as Trymon, and Jeremy Irons as Vetinari; to my delight they have Christopher Lee voicing Death -- which he did in the animated productions; as much as the late Ian Richardson did a fantastic job in Hogfather, I wished that they'd gone with Lee. The next adaptation is Going Postal.
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