Yesterday ...

... I had a total hedonist day. After work of course. There's very little to be hedonistic about there, believe me ... anyway. I travel with a DVD player these days, so I get to relax in trains and watch old DS-9 episodes which is very cool, really. It's our new toy and I like it. Loads. My girlfriend was of with her family looking at people doing complicated things with bodies.

It was a musical. Dirrty Dancing. (Porn is still not a family affair ... you perverts.)

I was home alone (in the non-McAuly Culkin way, of course) and I treated myself to a nice dinner, a nice cigar and a nice bath all whilst watching DS-9. Life can be sweet. Shame my girl wasn't around really. But that was okay. I got the chance to plant 8 bouquets of roses around the room so, all in all, pure win for her too ...

So, yesterday was nice.

Today ... not so much. I'm kinda bored ... but I'll see Past Tense, part II when I go home so that helps, a bit.

Oh, and by the way:

Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
(That slepen al the nyght with open eye)
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seeke.

That time of the year again.

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