Had a horrible day yesterday after getting 2 hours sleep the night before (basically woke up at 2am-ish and didn't go back to sleep. I could describe at Proustian length (if I had the time/talent) the strangeness of my experiences by circa 8am, when my body was spasming/shivering with hunger for sleep, and I kept dreaming for a few seconds – at which point my mind would notice sleep oncoming and snap me awake again. It was sort of like an exquisite torture...
Was wanking all day just to escape (for 5 minutes) the horror of having to work. Occasionally I say to myself "right, I'm not watching porn anymore". But I always crumble quickly and then I'm opening 50 tabs of filth...
And I finished the day (to tie this further to the thread) by reading Baudelaire's essays – particularly on the 1855 Paris Exposition Universalle, which is very much worth reading, all him railing against pedants and the "barbarism" of the straight line, as epitomised in Ingre's drawings (vs. romantic cosmopolitanism and energy, epitomised in the drawing of Delacroix).