It's Monday again, which means that even though it's early I've already got loads done. It also means that the first couple of hours this morning was spent having weird dreams, waking up, having weird dreams, waking up, and so on. Todays favourite dream was about an praying mantis who'd developed a sort of projectable shadow of itself, that somehow was supposed to attract prey. I was quicker than the praying mantis though and bit it just below the shadow, and it died between my teeth. Why exactly I did this I'm not sure.
Slight disappointment this morning when I watched America's funniest home videos and Tom Bergeron was wearing the ugliest suit ever. To add insult to injury he wasn't wearing the horrible suit with say a nice shirt and tie, he was wearing it with a t-shirt in some shiny almost-blue material. Hoping for something better tomorrow, mr Bergeron.
Lingering for a while in the amazing world of celebrities, I was enormously pleased to see that Brokeback Mountain won four BAFTA's, one of which went to Jake Gyllenhaal for best supporting actor. I've never liked him before, but I'm definetly developing a sort of weird affection for him. Especially if he actually turns out to be Toothy Tile, that would just be too fucking hilarious.
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