I had such a good afternoon at the studio, maybe because we spent most of the morning tidying up. Things are more normal, and feel a little more do-able. Nice to be on the other side of overwhelmed. I don't really mean underwhelmed. I mean whelmed. Feeling happy to be back and making things.
So it's friday night, which has entailed drinking red wine and eating dark chocolate and rolling around on the couch laughing at television. It still cracks me up every time the serious tv voice says 'the mentalist'.
Also, SNAKES ON A PLANE. Ha. I missed the crucial pre-amble that explained why there are hundreds of angry snakes on the plane. I think it helps to have no explanation. We all know the chiwhuahua is going to die. The snakes are getting bigger and meaner, but Samuel is going to put his foot down...
'enough is enough, I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this mother fucking plane'
Me too Sam.
Besides, we have other things to do, as Adam just said, whoever invented vegemite and cheese on toast with cups of tea, ought to be congratulated...
Was that you Peter Peter Russel Russel CLARK?