First day proper of half term and I awoke after midday to an invitation to partake in some watching of wrestling. Unexpected and exciting. Because i’m sad. Anyway, I spent the next few hours in bed adding to my RSI editing 100 images of kids work and generally being like a smaller, more-clothed, less green version of Jabba the Hutt on his dais. One thing accomplished out of the many things I have to do this week. Hooray.
I listened to some Peter Tosh (Stepping Razor is awesome), checked my Super Sekrit Flickr account for activity and posted an annoyed message on the Creative support boards about how they’re worse than Microsoft. Bah.
Then MW#1’s for ECW and TNA. As per usual I lost it soon into the evening as I was reduced to tears over a period of about twenty minutes or so- tears of laughter from playing “spot the Cracker” in the wrestling audience. Like I said, SAD. Discovered that Samoa Joe (a Samoan-American lump of a man) is amazingly camp when speaking. Pizza, hours and hours of men in tights and a good non-itchy blanket to cocoon myself in. Happy.
Way, way past Cinderella hour: Left sickly MW#1 with a hug and a pat on the back… zombie-like state of mind… meandered alone avec pizza box through rubbish-strewn streets to a taxi and home. I feel warm and very fuzzy.
I feel like I haven’t done much to justify how tired I am; maybe it’s all the laughing that’s taken it out of me, maybe it’s the weekend or work hitting me. It’s cold too- hibernation is the obvious answer.