digging into my memory

i've just been lying in bed, massaging my temples instead of napping like i'd planned. i'm envisioning a massage bed with screw-adjusted thimble-shaped rubber hard-points strategically placed for temple and jaw pressure. that would be my ultimate sleeping experience. cheap at the list price!
(i'd have to place the screws myself, but i guess not everything can be perfect)

the alternative is to find our ex-neighbour's ex-friend and start dating her, she enjoys giving massages. it's more likely that i'll buy a bed, to be fair.

either way, lekkerseer is the word and the tears that are being squeezed out are tears of joy.

last night wasn't completely boring, i paid egg a visit and we had a beer - he was pleased with my gift (amarula). i stopped for pad thai on the way home, and that was where the excitement for the evening ended.

this morning i slept in, leaving only to buy wrapping paper. i read watchmen, had amusing run-ins on facebook with two pretty girls (they tried to add me, i think that counts as flirting - but i won't add a friend unless i've actually met them in real life), and eventually (around 2pm) went out to have breakfast with karnaf.

pleasant breakfast, pretty serious talk... then i came home and finished watchmen. WOW. it's a must-read, i have to admit i haven't read much that's hit as close to home, especially with alan moore's dark and broody concept of what it means to be a hero and how awful and awfully stupid humans can be while simultaneously being the most wonderful and inspired entities in the universe.

now i'm off for pre-drinks, then to see yael dekelbaum performing, and then more drinks in honour of egg's birthday. i'm wishing myself luck at this point.