She thinks I’m the renaissance. I had to go along with all this reclusive genius crap. She going to be very upset when she finds out I’m just a reclusive wanker.
There are many little things running around my head. Like Black Books. My dislike of labeling. The sunny weather. The fact that I was stoopid enough to record the brand new Sharpe programme on ITV over the weekend, but then forgot about the second part. How Veronica Mars is all exciting. How Bones although light and fluffy it is still quite dark. How House is really good. Hmmm, most of these thoughts seem to revolve about TV. But there are others here. I swear. Books! and annoying students. And rugby. And taking time off. And, and and….
They are running too fast, I’ll have wait a while til they settle down a bit. At the moment, if you could see them, the thoughts would resemble rabid squirrels chasing each other round and round in circles. So fast they actually can’t be seen. So for all you know they aren’t really there :what: Yes, that makes sense. Of course it does.
Oh, which reminds me, must investimigate getting my paws on some more Fred Vargas books.
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