Colours. Oranges. Last Christmas. Insomnia. Gay Mermen.
Wow, talk of paint colours really brings the commenters to the yard! I saw Nicole's living room again in her festive post and I think her terra cotta works a little better than mine because it's a little more muted and it goes with that brick part, whereas mine goes into the entrance which I meant to be painted a sort of soft sage but it ended up East Nepean green, which was appropriate to Angus's early baseball career but a little too IN YOUR FACE GREEN for a wall.
I put two of the oranges in my lunch today. One was passable and one was excellent. I feel like I have dodged the First Box Curse reasonably adeptly this year.
It is a rainy, crappy day. It never really got light, and leaving school after my shift I felt like I was in a horror movie where some kind of apocalypse was about to take place - the wind tunnel effect in the entrance sent a menacing skirl of leaves spiralling up as I walked to my car. Nothing apocalyptic actually happened, although the wind did turn my Jack Skellington umbrella inside out as I walked back to the car after grocery shopping.
I saw Last Christmas with a friend tonight and it was cheesy good fun - best performer credits go out to Emma Thompson, Michelle Yeo and Emilia Clarke's majestic eyebrows.
My neck still hurts.
I woke up at three a.m. last night and didn't get back to sleep for hours. At first I thought it was four a.m., which was bad enough, and then I realized I still haven't changed the clock from the time change (I have a thing where most of the clocks in my life are usually wrong) and well, I guess that's what I get for observing that this November has not been the Novemberest November that ever Novembered. I also have to do some "information picketing" job action stuff which kind of makes me want to die, but I will do it, because fuck Doug Ford.