Good weekend. Got a ton of stuff done on Saturday, saw Mike I., all that. The fire wasn't too terrible. I still don't know what the story was, but the basement reeks of smoke and burnt plastic. Found a box of porn that one of my neigbors had put in the recycling bin. Can you even recycle porn in that way? I decided to assist in the recycling process by taking three films: Apprende (which should have an accent aigu over the last e), CatalinaVille (which no doubt will feature hot surfer boys), and Norwegian Wood (a title which makes me giggle).
So there, Mother Earth. I'm doing my part.
Now I just need a TV and VCR.
Two celebrity spottings while I was fleeing my burning building. Tom Mardirosian (who I see so often that I will cease to consider this to be blog-worthy) and Mario Batali, who looks like, and I mean no disrespect to him or to short people everywhere, he is the official chef of Munchkin City. Or perhaps someone who should be stirring chocolate for Willy Wonka. But I hear he's a marvelous chef. My folks love him.
Today I did next to nothing. Slept really late (my allergies have been extremely bad which makes me hibernate). Got up, read, went to the gym and rode the bike for an hour (while continuing to read). Finished the book (a Madeline L'Engle book 'Many Waters' which is part of her 'A Wrinkle in Time' series) and started reading a book of Mae West plays because there is one that I'm planning to rip off . . . I mean "adapt". . . in the near future. Then I ran an errand for the rugby club, which should have taken 5 minutes but took closer to an hour (you owe me, Brian!) and got my Crema Lita chocolate peanut butter ice cream. Yum.
So here I am. And now I'm off to bed.