Watched The Road with that feller from Lord of the Rings, some kid and Omar from The Wire. It was good. Bleak, and a little scary in places. But good.
Slept really well and sprang out of bed at 7:20, ran to work for 8am and... Well, I didn't run. We drove. It was fine. The weather was promising at first, bright, warm... It remained warm but ended up a little dull and slightly sticky.
I have been given a boring task to do that is destroying my capacity for logical thinking, instead of enhancing it. I have to stop every few minutes to try and remember my name. Too much, or not enough coffee. It's hard to tell.
This evening we delivered a pressure washer to Melissa's brother, came home and I made fish, chips and mushy peas for tea. It was good. I'm full. I need something sweet. I found a yoghurt in the back of the fridge but it was over a week out of date, and although I like to live dangerously, even that's too much for me.
The remainder of the evening will be taken up in front of a television watching something. Although I'm not sure what.
Currently listening to and recommending the new Paul Simon album "So Beautiful Or So What?"
