Apr 11, 2004 14:05
For some sick and demented reason, we are having roast turkey for lunch. There is a reason that turkey is confined to christmas - when sober and not distracted by 'classic' re-runs, we might just realise how turkey really IS chicken without the flavour.
Hmph. I have a headache and am still feeling sick all the time. Permission to be sulky.
Over the past week or so, I have been mostly:
Staying in the house ALL DAY. I have left it a total of TWICE over the past eight days. Cabin fever, anyone?
Getting annoyed at the music channels for not playing enough Franz Ferdinand but incessantly playing Fountains of Wayne (cue: 'urrrgh, Rachel Hunter, ewwwwwww' talk).
Watching 'The Emperor's New Groove'. Possibly the funniest film EVER. And you know I'm not one to exaggerate, of course.
Having strange dreams about being stuck at a Strokes gig where there was no crash barrier. And also strange dreams where I was playing the bongos as part of Damien Rice's band. Yeah, I know...
Getting generally quite depressed.
Grar.