Lunched/had tea with my copilot, Carlea today. Amongst many other topics of conversation, Carlea mentioned that Simon is hilarious in how utterly, awfully uncomfortable he is with very nearly everything. R. and Ursula tend to exacerbate this, I noted. I think the whole point of R. and Ursula BEING BORN is to make Simon uncomfortable. Observe;
Actually, this happened. Not with Simon, Ursula and R. obviously, but I was at the grocery store with my then flatmate and her boyfriend. She was gossiping to me about him and . . . well, read the comic
Anyhoo, it was very, very raining, today. I think I’ve got a bit of delayed rain-brain and can not be counted upon to make any sort of human-type sense. I feel as though someone has shoved a fistful of cotton wool into my head . . . I feel as though a cat is lying in a coma betwixt my ears. I . . . Oh Lord, Carlea, you HAVE to see what’s coming next . . .
“I can feel bits of my brain falling away like a wet cake.”
Gah, BUT. One of my cases of Vita Coco came in, oh FRABJOUS DAY. And with it, I received my copy of Wilde on DVD. Perhaps it is high time I admitted that I have a huge, embarrassing man-crush on Stephen Fry.
Right. I have a huge, embarrassing man-crush on Stephen Fry.
NO, K., I AM NOT IGNORING YOUR EFFORTS TO TEACH ME ESPERANTO . . .!
Must go, noo! ::scarpers::