"He's Having A Stroke... Of Genius!"

Since Christmas, I have done not much. I can't remember how much I've blogged, so never mind.

On Tuesday, I, at last, escaped the house, preventing me from going stir-crazy, and also brutally murdering any member of my family that happened to be near me at the time. I trundled off to the Kingytown, with ma homie, also known as Krease, where we walked off in the wrong direction, and then went to eat a lot a lot a lot of Chinese food in the Rotunda. Stomachs filled, we waited for the uglies (ie. Naidu and Stalker), and skipped into the cinema to watch The Producers.

Genius, I tell you. Genius.

Even if it was slightly different to the original. But, you know. Still good.

We then viciously dumped the males, and waited at a bus stop for sixty four years for a bus that never came, listening to Kris's ugly music. Nice.

So, we caught the train to Emma's instead. And went to Kris's (what?), where we picked up some Dandilion and Burdock, some lederhosen and leprechaun pyjamas. Soon, we were on our way to Emmanuel's (also in pyjamas) and snuggled on her sofa to watch Get Over It, Saved!, A Lot Like Love and Frank McKlusky. Steve joined us half way through, missing out on the muchoness of pizza, but just in time to sleepover nicely.

Much chattering and general girlishness ensued (as expected), and we at last fell asleep at about 4 am. Yawn.

Today has been very boring. But that is ok, and also life. I have so much work to do, but alas, I am too lazy for my own darn good. Sigh.