I feel good! Tudududududu!

Good morning chummies,

I don't feel like a zombie this morning. Blimey O'Reilly's trousers! Call the newspapers. Sleep was good. Though I had to leave my Lappy on for some maintenance and couldn't close it because then it would go to sleep. So a penetrating White Light of Doom was keeping me up at first. It was reflected in the mirror on my closet and hit me in the eyes. Plus there was a lot of rattling. Gggrbbrrttthhhuurrr, it went. There was nothing I could do about the rattling but the light I fixed by putting my 'I love myself' t-shirt and my little top with Scottish print and a silver chain thingy over it. How creative.

I feel quite happy chappy (what is the female version of chap?) today. Perhaps that's because of yesterday's oldies music and the idea of old people acting like hippies and idiots.
On the other hand, it looks like I won't be going to the river party occasion thing, because all my pallies, or better said, the one pally that would consider going to such a meeting of loons, is not around today. So I will have to listen and boogie down to the music from a distance again. Unless I go by myself, but that's a bit... sad.

Guess what? 'Nick of Time', the film with Johnny Depp I was telling you about was on tv yesterday. And I forgot. Twit. There is something on later tonight. 'The Mexican', with Brad Pitt. Erlagh. Julia Roberts is actually also in there and she's good. So I'll watch it anyway. Even though I've already seen it. Will supress gagreflexes for Pitt. He is not a bad actor but I just don't like him. Except in 'Meet Joe Black'. Possibly his best film. Gave peanutbutter a whole new meaning.

I'm now going to contemplate the meaning of peanutbutter. It's probably bigger than the meaning of life.

xxx Faye