I didn't grow up in New Jersey or Minnesota, whcih is probably why I was less than impressed with both Prairie Home Companion and Clerks II, although I was more entertained by the latter of the two. Even Darlington has its losers and so I can identify.

It's been a hot weekend and one that warranted trips into the office both days. Quick vists, since it's being repainted: the walls apparently although it looks as though the carpet got most of the paint. I guess I need to summon some anger from somewhere and sort that one out. I thought I might be able to find some sort of release from all this by solitary trips to movie theaters but alas I ended up wishing I had gone once only and feasted on the Depster as a pirate. Two and a half hours just seemed like too much of a commitment for me and after having watched a close relative tie the knot recently, I find the "c" word too distasteful.

And is it just me but is anyone else disgusted by the mind numbing consumption of your fellow viewers during a movie? The constant pumping of hands filled with butter soaked polystyrene to mouth that continues for one hour and forty five minutes exactly. The rustling, the chomping and the smell.

Thank god for this place as a restorer of sanity.

Someone quite fantastic gave me some quite lovely advice over a carafe of wine and a rocket salad yesterday,

"Everyone responds to love. The first time you say I love you, it sounds hollow, the second, overbearing and the third, it warms the heart."

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After the shit fell out of the ceiling on Monday, I went round to my new apartment on Tuesday. I can't actually believe it's been 2 and a half months since I bought the bloody thing and I am still not in it. It's my fault obviously. I walked into Waterworks one day and found some tiles and fell in love. And now I feel like Nicole Kidman in Cold Mountain. AND they only deliver curbside. Fuckers.

Floor tile looks nice though. That shit came in under a week. Must be crap then, especially since the kitchen tile is called Pinot Grigio. mmmmm. eeeuuuuuw. That's really embarrassing actually. Pretend you didn't hear that. That makes me feel like Tanya Turner.

All my lovely kitchen appliances have also been delivered and are sitting comfortably in their natural environment in my bedroom, waiting for the floor tile to set. I eventually decided on a freestanding oven with a huge great big centre oval burner for the griddle, a weird option for a non-cooking person from England who only learned the word griddle after some 4am confusion one time in a Denny's in Curacao. I had always previously thought that it meant a grill, the thing you stick underneath the flames and which you Americans call something that has escaped me momentarily, just like the belief that England will ever, can ever, should ever win the World Cup. Mmm is it a "burner"?

Anyway, yeah. It's no news to me but I am crap in shops. Show me shoes, show me refrigerators and I will always want to knock it up one notch in the expense scale. Show me a wine fridge and I will gladly sacrifice my first-born let alone my only kitchen base cabinet.

So, question for all you designery types out there: My apartment has restricted light (read: I am at the back and it's kinda cavelike), ergo, I should never even remotely ever ever consider any other ceiling paint than white. Not even a dash of another colour? [Bonus question: it's wrong to choose paint colours because you think the name is purdy, right?]

It's Bang on a Can over here at Maccers West Village. I have finally managed to coordinate with the plumbers who roused me from my hangover to pull down the roof above the oven and the water which is dripping into the metal bucket reminds me of Steve Reich or maybe Wu Man and Tan Dun.

It's the toilet (not something you ever want to hear) in the apartment upstairs apparently which lady upstairs denied. Like anyone was blaming her she said it must be the apartment next door. My consolation for the fact that her urine and other unmentionables have been soaking through my ceiling is that my new best-mate the plumber is currently breaking through her floor. Ha.