Coyote Cinema: Modesty Blaise

There's a great deal of activity in this film, but none of it seems to have a genesis or a terminus. The central character keeps switching wigs and outfits at each new scene. Everybody has an accent, and I think nobody is using the one they're born with. I'm betting she ends up with the diamonds in the end but I haven't the strength to finish it.

Battered

I took a fall on the stairs this afternoon. Nothing serious, no blood spilt and no long term physical damage done. Just a swollen head and a general achiness around the joint from the sudden jolt. But I seem to have jumbled myself mentally as well. A bit of detachment, and an inability to maintain a thread of thought. I've sat down three times now to write this and kept getting distracted. I expect there was a point when I started this, but I've forgotten it. If I wake up tomorrow and I'm the Emperor of San Francisco then you'll know why.