After listening to the news this morning i just don't feel like i could be witty at any stretch.
mostly busy day today, shopping with mother (for her bday party on sunday), laundry, packing (again '=/), ice cups on our way home. blah, blah, blah...
maybe i'll read some alexandre dumas ("ascanio") as entertainment. his prose is so richly juicy and joyful, everyone admitts freely to their love of and constant desire for food, drink and sex. maybe a.d. was more product of king george's times rather than victoria's, afterall he lived from 1802 to 1870, so his 'formative' yrs passed before albert kicked the buckett and vicky decided to take everybody else down with her? or it's just that he was french. what do you think Nis?