Feeling loads better today. Still kinda gross. Went to the Red Room with Luke Duke, Magnum, and the Policewoman yesterday, as well as one of the Double Cousins and a couple friends of Luke and Magnum. It was nice, the service was better than I remember but the food was blander, and I heard excellent news about employment prospects for Figaro from Double Cousin. So that put me in a good mood.
Shopping with the Policewoman put me in an odd mood - I don't shop much because I have credit card debt to shed - but found things I wanted to buy, and didn't, in Zara, H&M, and yes, fucking Lululemon. Lululemon is a buggabear for my industry as they're this incredible marketing success story that doesn't use traditional media - certainly not television. And I appreciate that. But it doesn't change the fact their shit is way overpriced and the owner pushes the merits of child labour. It's positioned on the market - and priced - to appeal to people who don't like child labour, one, and two - child labour - holy fuck. Maybe I'm a raging capitalist and think sometimes sweatshops could be alright ideas in terms of long-term economic development and the emancipation of women, but children should be going through a real educational process until they're at least 18 and anybody who says differently is a cunt. That's not emotion, that's fucking common sense. So I shan't buy any goddamn Lululemon, even if it makes my ass look veritably edible.
Anyways, late last night (whilst sober) I had a brainwave and I think I have a subject for a doctoral thesis now. I have to give it some shape. I have to get money from people. I have to . . . I have to . . . kaboom! My head just exploded. I'm going to the gym to relax.