Cling cling

I saw Ratatouille tonight; I thought the postmodern sentiments behind it were admirable. It was Nietzschean in its philosophy that, distilled into pure elements, one can reconstitute the self (for example, a rat deciding that he would be a chef) and that these elements can ultimately sit comfortably with one another.

I decided that Anton Ego is the persona I wish to emulate for the play I'm doing; he is a tall, thin critic that looks suitably ravaged by time, yet still has a heart. I imagine the character that I am playing to be similar. I'm practising the gestures and ways of being so that I can do her justice; my fingers are short and broad, but hopefully by tutoring myself I'll be able to emulate that sense of thinness and length.

He has a saying (Anton Ego) that he will only swallow if he loves it. I may take this on myself, it's a good rule to have.

Today I ate:

half a sandwich
half a flapjack

an apple
some pringles

two bread rolls with tomato puree, cheese and pesto, with spinach and mushrooms.
two cubes of chocolate
some sultanas

And I measured myself- 35-28-39

Which is slowly getting better. I feel I may have ate something else, something dire.