what is the word

I'm feeling very non-bloggy lately. It's really so much easier to write when I'm at least mildly depressed. Besides, I've been busy. Busy isn't quite the right word tho. I've been very hedonistic these days, even more so than usual. I pretty much spent the weekend lazing around. I slept a lot. I ate a lot. I drank a lot, too. Also, I went to the new MoMA, which was gorgeous. On that particular day I felt most moved by Matisse's blue room & a portrait of Gerti Schiele; E. liked a trio of Richter screenprints (only one of which I found online) & a giant red canvas with vertical lines in it, by whom I can't remember. We were in agreement regarding Mondrian & modern sculpture (except for Brancusi's elegant forms, which we adored) but saw less than eye-to-eye on Jasper Johns.
& then last nite I actually tried to be productive. I met with my creative writing group for dinner. The evening began on a civilized note, with Conor posting a new story & everybody reading poetry & discussing our work. It descended into a few drinks too many, a loud case of the hiccups (it wasn't me!) & a screening of the Paris Hilton sex video. The video was pretty much the opposite of hot, unless your idea of hot is an underage, glassy-eyed, zombie-like heiress getting very monotonously fucked by her grunting frat-boy boyfriend. A much better viewing experience, which also includes tits & zombies, is the Dawn of the Dead remake. I saw it on Saturday. It was so scary I almost died. It even had a zombie baby! That movie is totally sweet; go rent it now. That is all for today.