Last night, I drank lager, watched Blackadder Goes Forth, some MST3K and The Good Place then crashed.
Today, I went into town and in half the time I was out yesterday got everything I was after. Well, almost. I didn’t get the MST3K comic (though I wasn’t expecting to) and the shoes because I forgotted to go back and get them.
Of course I got the book I couldn’t remember the name of yesterday. Why wouldn’t I? I also treated myself to two Twin Peaks bars.
I’ve got sweet and sour chicken going in the slow cooker, I’m getting fully up to date with The Good Place, there’s a new documentary about Orson Welles on Netflix I’m planning to watch later and I’ve no plans for tomorrow than to just chill.
I am officially ungrumped.
Makes me smile: this duck!