Day: August 11, 2014

Mike was here

Just after 7 Mike called and said he was walking in the neighbourhood; considering where he lives the only reasonable meeting point is the Oliver Twist. He shouted me a dinner of two beers, the saddest plate of nachos I’ve ever seen (in that it was both burnt AND had unmelted cheese, but of course I ate them anyway, and wings (he had chowder) and lo but how I dread the prospect of the loo tomorrow as I was most immoderate with the jalapeños.

He walked me home; Jeff was still up so we took in an Archer. He just left.

We discussed a Nazi Zombie movie night.

I am a happy woman. It is great to have friends so close.

Back really hurts

I’m trying to do housework, but since bending hurts to the point I’m crying and any other position ‘just hurts’ I’m having a rough go.

Laundry is on. I remember seeing a one act play in Toronto once called Laundry and Bourbon. As I recollect it was extremely funny. Bob Desrosiers was one of the actors in the accompanying one act play, Lone Star, which was also very funny.

The Anne Elk Theory of Everything:

All great things start as small things and end as small things.

Wrote a couple of hundred words yesterday. Edited a couple of sections, which you should never do before you’re done, but I ran some tests on the manuscript, and it’s coming back completely infested with semi-colons AND sentences which start with and, which is a breathless and gormless way to commence a sentence. Rather than a very stern editing, I gaily removed semi-colons for half the day. Should you be required to bury me under a single symbol, make it a semi-colon; it’s the thumbprint of a talkative son of a bitch.