Spring forward, eh. Balls.
We start the day with
@Rebels57 on the clock,
@BernieParent on deck, Starberry on the lido deck, and my brother on the lido afterdeck.
@Asnito should make his two picks as soon as possible if he hopes to avoid being cut to pieces.
That show I am watching, "Love Me Actually," is great, as I said, except for the fact that it buffers like a douchelord in the evening. It's fine during the day - I checked yesterday - but I don't want to watch it during the day. It reminds me of how things used to be with everything I tried to watch before. Member HughesNet? That c***. You can download the episodes, which eliminates the buffering, obviously, and I am going to try doing that.
You know how I said all the girls on that show are unbelievable rockets? Luckily, I had a dream about the rocketest of the rockets last night. Well, it wasn't "about her," per se, but she featured, and that was awesome. In the dream, my parents arranged some kind of big Christmas party at some hall - a big one - and all these people were invited, including several of the girls I have loved in my life. I remember wandering around looking for one of them in particular, but the rocket from the show found me and held my hand as we walked around. Complicated emotions arose - would my old flame see it and give up on me? Would she be jealous? Was I crazy to be worrying about old flames when this rocket was already the "bird in hand," so to speak?
Unfortunately, but typically, the scene devolved into an enormous outdoor festival with thousands of people who were all subtly hostile toward me, even though I wasn't doing anything and was only half drunk. For whatever reason, the one group who welcomed me in was a co-ed rugby club who invited me to join them anytime I felt like it. I think it's probably the most clear sign of underlying brain damage I have had, but I'm not a scientist.