Finally had a shower and put a load of washing on. This means wearing tricky underpants and uncomfortable, silly bra. Oh well.
Spent afternoon re-reading Edward Gorey collection. More lovely than I remembered.
Watching QI on Dave, as you do. On friday it’s a friends Burn’s Night show, which I’ll be attending, I hope. I like the idea of it, though I don’t particularly enjoy Burns. Rather silly dour man, I reckon. Like listening to an old Scottish man rant, doggedly, in impenetrable Scots. Really fancy getting stoned and watching zombie films.
Fancy eating chocolate too. Hmm.
Recently have become stunningly obsessed with Tim Burton, and who isn’t? I’m slightly miffed that I’ve become such a fan of someone already so popular. How gauche. Catherine bought me DVDs and Tim Burton interview books this christmas. It was a bit of an out-of-the-blue present really, but they’ve all grown on me terribly. Quite a prescient present from Catherine.
