So postmouse, we became shells of our former selves allowing our flat to become a den of filth. That is not like us. It had been three + until we finally did our massive big clean. That was Monday night.
The time change, even though it took place weeks ago now is killing me. It gets dark here at 4.00pm. By the time I get home at 6.00pm I feel like it should be 9pm and I can't be bothered to do anything else but watch the Wire, fall asleep 45 minutes into it and go to bed. So I took a long weekend. So far it's consisted of sleeping for 11 hours and reading countless blogs that I have missed over the past two weeks. Thanks friends.
A few weekends back now, Branson and I celebrated our one year anniversary with martinis and steak. It pains me sometimes that everyone else around us had these huge expectations of what we should do when we're really just exceptionally low key. On the plus as well, staying local means that we don't have to pay for taxis because I'm wearing extravagant shoes. Martinis at the bar down the road, then steak a bit closer to home. Chris' steak was the size of a newborn, that is not an exaggeration. 11oz of lies, that baby was at least 20. But nothing says love like ravaging flesh.
Tonight we're going to see Louis CK. I am very much looking forward to this as we've had tickets for over a month now. And we've watched his two HBO specials at least 6 times since.
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HOW WAS HE? I can only hope to talk shit about my small children the same way when I become more embittered and my red hair recedes...really far.
No but really, I love him and I hope he was great.
He was brilliant. Chris some how managed to get the most amazing seats, 3rd row, centre but thankfully he doesn't pick on the audience.
It was partly bitter sweet though because he has since divorced from his wife and I couldn't help but feel the tinges of sadness through the hilarity. Definitely try to see him next time he's in Toronto.
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