Jan 25
The plastic pantomime.
I am looking forward to a day off tomorrow during which I’ll be sitting on a couch with my friend Theresa, watching the entire A&E miniseries version of “Pride and Prejudice.”
And drinking tea. And perhaps eating some biscuits (Oh, fine! Cookies, then) and cake. I deserve the sitting on the couch part for part of the day, anyway, since tonight was a rock-climbing night. I’ll still go running tomorrow night. And I might go climbing again on Saturday afternoon. It’s quite addictive, actually. The way running is addictive to runners, I imagine.
Anyway, post-climbing, my friend and I ate some dinner (at 10:30 at night, but whatevs. That whole thing about your body knowing what time you’re eating is bollocks anyway) and watched an episode of “Flight of the Conchords.” The Bowie episode. Here’s a segment that made me laugh until tears streamed from my eyes. I’ve seen it before, but watching it with someone who hadn’t seen it before brought back the humor ten-fold.
Now I’m going to try to dislodge Bowie’s “Let’s Dance” from my head (perhaps with something like Depeche Mode’s “Policy of Truth”) so I can fall asleep without having a freaky freaky dream of my own.
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