Well, well, well. Monday.
Slept OK considering it was hotter than the surface of the sun. I watched Man On The Moon last night, it was good. Jim Carrey acted the shit out of a part that he clearly cared deeply about. Andy Kauffman was years ahead of his time.
Work was actually quite boring for a Monday, but boy was it hot. I mean, really hot. It cooled down by the end of the day, obviously because we'd planned a barbecue at Mel's mum and dads. I am de facto in charge of barbecues and all things incendiary and as a result was allowed to burn both meat and wood. Happy.
This evening, Melissa is incredibly tired and her restless legs are very restless so she's going to get into bed to watch some shit about something unimportant. I'm going to do the opposite and watch Transformers.
Awesome.
See you tomorrow.
