With how not great I was feeling on Wednesday night it is probably handy that my D&D game had been cancelled another week running.
Though means I am humaning less than I ought.
Thursday was the one year mark, so I sulked about it but put some effort into pretending that I wasn't. I went for lunch with Oli and think I successfully didn't mention the personal significance of the day at all. In the eveing my dad took me and Ev for dinner at Great Taste and led to our group decision to never eat there ever again. I decision we should have made years ago. It was awful.
Friday.... I don't think I got out of my PJs. I don't remember anything of Friday at all. I assume it happened. Other people would comment if it hadn't.
Wait, Friday was when I got a new umbrella delivered. A gift from Alana, sent through some Asian website so it came wrapped in Chinese postage information with nothing in roman characters except for my name and address.
Saturday I went for lunch to celebrate Ev's birthday (not actually on her birthday, but the closest we could have it before Dad left town). We got kebabs and parked by the beach to eat them. And I gave Ev the random and pointless presents I had bought her.
Yesterday was a PJ day. Finally finishing, many years late, the North American remake of Being Human. I thought the UK one had got dumb in later seasons but it had nothing on the stupidity of the remake. The only advantage the remake has is that it retained its cast better (and has a "better looking" cast, i.e. all American actor looking and no British character-ness). So yeah, people should stick to the British Being Human.
Today have been watching Away, a new Netflix show that I doubt will be remembered but is a decent watch and has space. And watching a neighbours cat hunting mice in the long grass on Steep street. It is comedy gold because of the ginger and white floof bouncing stupidly up out of the grass in the most awkward of pounces.
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