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i’m on a train (MF)

up at 5.15am with the puppy crying like a baby.
played tag with mrs.perou and slept for a while more 7-9.

days appear to be slipping away painfully quickly just now.
i seem to be accomplishing little in the hours available to me.

I can almost feel the sand slipping through my fingers.

i'm feeling meloncholic.
i blame sophie dahl and her terrible new cookery programme.

the puppy will probably be registered as ‘moomin’ (troll)

although ‘snuffkin’ is a more appropriate name.
or ‘choo choo train’

today he bit through the firewire cable to my computer’s battery backup.
one bite.
tiny teeth, super sharp.

the first sneak of the new marilyn manson session seems to have found it's way outside HERE

and now, i’m on a fast train to London which isn’t so bad:
56mins from canterbury to kings cross: nice, clean and empty.
i’m pleasantly surprised.
(my usual herne bay to victoria over 1hr 26mins in a dump is to be avoided)

i MIGHT do this more often.
despite my usual aversion to pubic transport.

i’m in town for the next four days doing a script writing seminar by robert mckee

trying to teach an old dog new tricks.

btw. british friends of this diary might be pleased to know there’s a small gallery show in whitstable launching may 7^th (and running for a month?).based on these diary pictures and words from 2009.
more info on this to follow.

Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: April 14, 2010