You know how it is. You’ve been constantly accelerating for a couple of weeks/days/hours/years/whatevers. And then everything kind of runs straight into the wall and there’s only so much you can really do about anything. And that’s when you sit down with a cup of tea on a Friday night, spend the weekend playing Monopoly, catching up on sleep and have the time of your life. I have this warm fuzzy feeling that I wish I could catch more often.
I had no idea a game of Monopoly could last for 7 hours. All is well though, The Borg didn’t win.
I’m trying to listen (as in “Listen” listen) to Prince’s double disc greatest to really get into him (never took the time before) but keep getting suckered in by Van She. That EP is ruddy brilliant.
On a side note, look what some kind soul handed me this morning. Anyone who knows my address is cordially invited. I will cordially kick your asses though.
