I've just been looking at the pictures from Romeo and Juliet--you people all look absolutely grand. Would that I could have seen it.

And on a different note, I was mildly terrified to note shades of Dan Keegan in all-grown-up Karl. I think it's the extreme lanky floppiness of both hair and body. Does anyone who remembers know what I mean?

I feel, right now, as though only present love would satisfy me. Failing that, I suppose I could be soothed into sleep by the rain falling outside the window. Seeing as how that is not an option either, I guess I'll turn to academia. Very well--I submit to the embraces of my term paper.

: D My medieval dress is finished! It is dark red and black and has a lace-up front and very large sleeves! Aimee is awesome!

I am one step closer to gratifying my fantasies involving anachronism.

I am happy! I like cider! Geoffrey Rush as Sir Francis Walsingham in the movie "Elizabeth" is mad sexy!

That is all.

Even from inside the house, I can hear the fireworks popping and sizzling like mad. (Whoo! There go some massive ones now!) What a delightfully ironic way to commemorate a failure to blow up Parliament ( Read more... )

All right--I hereby resolve to do better about updating this journal, since my efforts to keep a paper log of my adventures have failed miserably. And this is definitely a good day to begin ( Read more... )

*Yawn ( Read more... )

This evening's festivities included:

Mead
Port*
Amontillado Sherry
Bailey's* (O sweet warm creamy concoction of Satan!)

* denotes excellence when poured over vanilla ice cream

Bwahahahaha.

*Melts into a puddle of jet-lagged bliss*

Lost bird caught amid migration, far away to a foreign land ( Read more... )