That was unexpected. What do I do now? Could we start again please?

Today was much more productive than I had planned on it being. I wanted to wile away my Zombie Jesus Day watching attractive British men do attractive things. Preferably things that involved taking off as much of their clothing as the censors would allow. Alas, I had to do laundry. Then a hose came loose off the stupid damn washing machine. I'm pretty sure it's an important hose, too. Not one of those superfluous hoses washing machine manufacturers like to add to throw people off. So, I had to go to the store to buy a mirror (to use to locate the place where the hose was supposed to connect, duh). But this is the Bible Belt and Dollar General isn't open on Easter. So I had to go to Kroger, but I don't need any new make-up and I already have a 5x magnifying mirror, so I didn't get the thing I went to the store for.

What I did get was one of those big ass Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs that are the high point of the season. Candy, candy, candy! Everything is better with candy! BLAAAAA!!!!!1

Yeah, so there's that. And there was the walking of the dog and the hanging and bringing in and folding and all that crap of the laundry. It's not done yet. I have to make my bed. Or sleep on a pile of bedding. That could work.

I wrote a bit and was convinced by Mum that I should save my take away meal for a night when I didn't have all day to come up with something to eat. Oh, the tragedy of logic! I wrote some more. Close to 1500 words today. That's nothing if I'm trying to make a living at it, but it's pretty good for a hobby.

Dead Poet's Society was on TCM today. I couldn't not watch it. And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. No! Neil! No! Just hold on a couple of years, things will get better I promise! Oh, dammit Neil! It isn't Mr. Keating's fault! Todd! Don't sign! Don't sign the statement Todd! Oh Captain! WAAAAHHHH!
I love that movie.
It reminded me about my interest in being an inspiration to future generations and how there are no inspirational librarians in film history. Except for Marian. And Mary in the world where George was never born. And probably a lot of women in pornos. But are those really inspirational characters? I suppose it depends on your definition of the word.

The house is organized a little bit. There's a new episode of Doctor Who to locate. I apologize if I've been a bitchy or more callous than usual lately. This is a tough time of year for me. Some shit I haven't bothered to work through. Nothing I can't deal with.

I'm trying to remember if it ever came up in conversation with the sister and her BF that "Could we start again please?" is my favorite song from my favorite musical, Jesus Christ Superstar. I'm further trying to come up with the statisticas probability, if it didn't come up, of her dating someone whose favorite musical is Jesus Christ Superstar. And his favorite song from said musical? "Could we Start Again, Please?" That no one in that scenario is a follower of that Jesus fellow is even stranger.

Another week starts tomorrow. Oh. The excitement. The neverending glee.