Dead Again

Joe and I just ate some fearful huge delicious waffles for dinner, dripping with honeyed syrup. We then had bacon for dessert.

Then we watched ‘Dead Again’, which is still a totally awesome movie after all these years. Derek Jacobi rocks.

Now I can’t get to sleep because Jane and Linus are creeping around, trying to give me a heart attack by making noises that suggest they are going to pounce on me from behind with tiny, gleaming scissors in their tiny, evil paws.

Scared! Awake! Alone at one o’clock in the morning in massive three-storey house with my rampant paranoia and two mischievous cats!

The High Cost of Running

Wine for last night’s party = $30
Several martinis and a tiny sampling of Petar’s beer = free, courtesy my host & hostess
Cab fare at 7:45am this morning from Coxwell to High Park = $25
New running chip for my iPod because my old one fell off my shoe = $45
Double espresso at Starbucks to get me going = $5
Running 8km in 1hr5mins (10km was just not happening) in *extreme* post-drinking discomfort?

Priceless.

I regret nothing. Except, perhaps, the photos on my camera that tell me I’ll be getting called “Tits McJedi” for at least the next few weeks.
Damn that Darth Vader helmet!
Damn my irresistably show-offable lingerie!
Thank you Melly for this morning’s life-saving cup of tea and wake-up call!