Keith stayed over last night, mostly because I kidnapped his Patrick O’Brian book and then started snoring. Evil I am. I took him out to dinner and he had tandoori chicken for the first time (on Caesar salad…)
Last night I dreamed that Spike from Buffy was writing a book on how to be the perfect boyfriend. Most of us spewed out our tea when we heard this, especially when he started lecturing us about it (he went on at length and I sure wish I could remember any of it). We were all dressed in period costume (like a really really bad bunch of Pirates/Aubrey-Maturin/Diamond Age/mid-Victorian cosplayers). We got on a boat and hunted crocodiles. The inside of the boat was bigger than the outside.
Work is abruptly better because there’s a new hire starting next week. I cheered up. Also, my coworkers are awesome – I just thought I’d mention that. I still wish I could say something about two other departments in my company besides, “If brains were a Botox injection you’d look like a Sharpei”.