There being nothing at all on the box last night I girded my loins and stuck on the remainder of "Edge of Love" that I'd got 20 mins into about 2 weeks ago and given up in boredom. But it had to go back to LoveFilm if I was ever going to get anything interesting and worth watching.
So I'm sprawled out on the bed - squinting at the tiniest screen (14" TV at end of bed). Thinking Blah-Blah-BoringCakes, I wish there were real tele to watch. When my brain takes a detour into the absurd and presents unto me poetry. Write this terrible poem it says. Write it. Wriiiiiiiiite it.
So always obedient I fish out the lap-top and curl up - cross-legged on the bed half watching blah-blah-boringcakes and tapping out terrible poetry at the same time.
This is why there should be better TV on Wednesdays. Some things should not be allowed to occur in a civilised society and one of those things is my terrible poetry. I abase myself before you in abject repentance. Tonight DVDs should arrive through the post and I will undertake to ensure such a travesty does not happen again.
ETA: I may be bad - but I am not, have never been or will ever be
this bad. It will break your brain. "Some people juggle geese." Let's just say those were nothing like these geese.
Also I need a red-nose-day icon for tomorrow. Pimp or link people, pimp or link.