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Today, I learned that MOJO magazine isn't peppermint tea proof. I clumsily spilled some on the cover sporting Plant, Page and Jonesy, and now there is an actual hole in the paper. I guess I now have my own personally customized edition. The tea was delicious, however, and although I bought the magazine for the Zeppelin, there was also a short piece on Julian Barratt talking about his musical love affairs. Quite awesome.
I've spent most of the week procrastinating on all things The Mighty Boosh. Even at work I had episodes of this epic musical journey into 21st century British magical realism playing in the background. Needless to say, I'm ever behind with thesis work. But how are you supposed to get any serious writing done once Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding have taken residence inside your brain?
Any lack of brain function is not all due to the Boosh, though. Last night was the first time this week when I was able to fall asleep at a somewhat decent hour. Still, as long as the insomnia doesn't get as bad as it did last winter, I'll be content. I don't want to start medicating myself with a glass of alcohol again in order to fall asleep - that was a bit too lame even for me. My dad is still encouraging me to get a proper prescription for sleeping pills. I've suffered from insomnia ever since I was three years old, or younger even, but obviously back then the doctors wouldn't do anything about it.
*happy sigh*
I've spent most of the week procrastinating on all things The Mighty Boosh. Even at work I had episodes of this epic musical journey into 21st century British magical realism playing in the background. Needless to say, I'm ever behind with thesis work. But how are you supposed to get any serious writing done once Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding have taken residence inside your brain?
Any lack of brain function is not all due to the Boosh, though. Last night was the first time this week when I was able to fall asleep at a somewhat decent hour. Still, as long as the insomnia doesn't get as bad as it did last winter, I'll be content. I don't want to start medicating myself with a glass of alcohol again in order to fall asleep - that was a bit too lame even for me. My dad is still encouraging me to get a proper prescription for sleeping pills. I've suffered from insomnia ever since I was three years old, or younger even, but obviously back then the doctors wouldn't do anything about it.
*happy sigh*