We are men, manly men, we're men in tights!

Tight tights! (Whoosh. Whump.)

Hit Me Baby One More Time a la Billy Boyd on again. Such a sweet voice. Such a shame the song was first sung by that non-musical gahfemme. Blaugh. Sad when good music is ruined by silly lyrics and worse initial presentation. Anywho....

I just saw the pics that Dad took of the last two performances of MSND - suh-weeeeet! :) They look so good - I'm feeling quite sniffly about that play. Not in a bad way but in a, "Gosh, that was a good play," way. GEE-orgeous. (Mahvellous dahlink, simply maaaaaaaaaahvellous. Feel the unaccountable need to watch a Poirot mystery a la David Suchet and BBC/A&E.) Must skeedaddle. Odd dream about rolls of film, Mormons and cops. A little frightening, actually - the plotline. Couldn't quite break myself out of it. Thank God for alarms! Insistent ones at that.

And the return to nothingness continues. Pardonez-moi, mes cheres. How to waste bytes in ten easy steps. Good golly Billy Boyd has really good breath control. Fwah.

Mood: Mellow, yo.
Music: Regard en haute.
Thought: It's sad that in this day and age we, women in particular, have been so hurt by a generation of non-fathering fathers that many of us feel that we cannot trust a man who could father. Lord, oh give us MEN! And great, holy priests, amen!