To TGB: I get to sleep in. Guess I'll stay up late with you tonight!
8:41 PM secretly praying she wants to go to bed soon.
8:42 TGB: I'm going upstairs to bed
I practically danced up the stairs I was so happy.
Also, I am ready for a nap.
Woke up with Fisher King Blues in my head. I think I had a dream in which it was the soundtrack. I remember a sad girl who wanted nothing to do with me and that's about it. And the sea. The sea features in my dreams quite a lot.
We have tentative plans to go to London in a few weeks. I also have a tentative lead to drop in and do a guest spot (Thanks Mel).
I wonder if my California accent is as exotic sounding to the Brits as their accent is to me. Or, to their ears, do I sound like a fucking hillbilly simpleton? Probably the latter.
Fucking pretentious twats.
|I forgot how much I love this movie.|