So, here I sit. Listening to Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. (Why would I write that down? Really, what is the point of mentioning that? What's the point of mentioning this?)
  I've got several choices of entertainment to choose from tonight. Reading. Watching a film, or a television series. Studying (despite being on holiday/vacation). Mindlessly procrastinating. Those are my options.
  I can choose to read Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita (Which I haven't finished, so gob to you who will spoil it for me). It's an extremely entertaining book to read. The madness that ensues after Satan rises up from hell into Moscow is dealt with an extraordinary sense of rhythm and prose by Bulgakov. A real treat. And I really need to finish it, since the book I've got lined-up after Master is none other than Ernest Hemingway's For Whom The Bell Tolls. From Hell we go to War.
  I've got a selection of films to entertain me on this cold evening. I can choose between films I have seen, and enjoyed, or films I still have to peer at. I can re-watch sections of Guy Ritchie's Rock-N-Rolla, Snatch or I can watch Revolver for the first time. I can do the same to Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds and Reservoir Dogs (great title, I think). Or I can ignore all these options and watch films I have yet to experience. 13 Assassins, Requiem for a Dream. There is still a lot to watch. But perhaps I shall settle for my current favourite; In Bruges. It's one of those movies that just becomes better the more you watch it, at least, every time you catch a glimpse of something you missed earlier. But maybe I'm just over analysing it all.
  As far as television series goes........Not really in the mood for it now. Been watching Weeds, but it feels rather formulated to me. An equation is involved, I'm sure of it. There is also Green Wing, but not tonight. Not in the mood for that madness.
  I can study further, work on my mandarin, improve that as much as I can. Already did some today though, so maybe that's enough. Maybe not.
  Maybe, what I should be doing is working on some stories and plot lines. I've been working on a "book" idea. Rather still unfinished, but the later and key points are being fleshed out. I really should work on that, yeah. I don't need to write a book and have it published. Rather, and this is of utmost importance, it is my attempt to see if I have the creative stamina to finish a +200 page work of attempted/possible literature.
  Yeah, I should be doing that. But later. First a walk, to air my head out, and then some writing, a bit of a film, and then reading, with the dog sleeping on the bed covers and me under them.
  Until later then, you lunatics