"The movie's supposedly sophisticated vulgarity is firmly rooted in the smug ring-a-ding-ding of the Kennedy era."

I experienced a strange case of something that you could associate with vertigo last night. All of a sudden, I just felt dizzy and off-balance. Like I was always about to tip over. It has lingered until now. All day, I have felt as if I've been falling. I haven't had many ideas about a remedy. Just time and torpor. I'm sure soon enough I'll be right as rain. That will leave me with no excuses.

The scolding angel in my head keeps saying the same thing over and over again. "Do something." Occasionally, the variant, "Do something, dammit," makes a showing. But mostly, it's the former.

Mid-century movie magic makes alcoholism look like such a hoot.