I just got kicked out of bed for laughing. We were both reading but mine was a funny one. My giggling irked her. It's fair enough. She's reading The Left Hand of God which is a fuck-off awesome book. I was sullying the seriousness.
Still ... this is the day the laughter died.
And what am I reading? Live from New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live.
Quick, what book have you on the go and what do you like about it? This is a genuine pitch, not an unsolicited comment plead. Call now!
Today I saw a picture of the Swedish Chef from The Muppets. Later, every now and then, I softly blurted a high-pitched 'BLORT! BLORT! BLORT!'
It's good to be me.