History and hyperbole...

[fajrdrako]

Before work: twenty minutes on the elliptical trainer, as planned, listening to a Georgette Heyer tape. Breakfast of Phase II, Day 1 of the South Beach Diet, as planned. Half an hour reading and writing e-mail, not as planned. Consequently I was not quite on time for work. Eeek.

Lunchtime: read The New Avengers #2. Liked it even better than the previous issue.

After work: met commodorified and Alayne for supper, talked about life, the universe, and movies, and then went back to commodorified's place for movies. Watched Withnail and I, Sam West reciting McCauley on Monmouth (which I loved), an episode of Dr Who featuring Sam West as an evil minion, and Sam West doing bits from Shakespeare's Henry V. Fannishly speaking, it doesn't get much better than that - though I did begin to react allergically to the resident cats. Damn.

There seemed to be many people in the streets, even at almost midnight - perhaps because of the suddenly mild weather. ("Mild" means "anything remotely above the freezing point".) Lots of odd people around, too. At one bus stop, a wandering gentlemen was looking up at the sky and shouting: "How can you say you're God?" On the bus, a woman was shouting and wailing loudly at no one in Chinese.

Tired but happy.