Man, we went out for dinner and a movie last night with CBGB, and I think I’m still stuffed. We went to Banjara because I’ve been telling CB for months that she had to try the butter chicken. We also piled on the aloo korma, shrimp shahi and beef rogan josh; add in all the naan and rice and papadum and we groaned all the way to the theatre.

Annoying trend: for about 20 minutes before the movie starts they’re now playing all these media clips, like ads, shite music videos, more ads, entertainment news, blah blah wank wank wank.

Anyway, since CBGB are off the sauce for a while and Nellie and I were exhausted, we just came home and fell asleep watching the first few minutes of SNL (which, really, could have been for a number of reasons). Michael tried to kill me in my sleep, that was interesting.

The weather forecast: depressing. Chance of showers every day ’til Wednesday.

Weight: also depressing, though hardly surprising. Still at 220, despite eating my own weight at dinner last night and not exercising at all in the last week.