OHMIGODWHATALONGDAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHhhhhhhh…. Sorry. So. Tired. Long. Day.
Note to self: don’t get people to dare you to exercise on days when there’s a chance you’ll get stuck at work for 11 hours. But hey. I did it. Then I decided to treat myself to a repeat viewing of The Three Doctors, this time with commentary by those Radio Free Skaro rogues. Tomorrow my muscles will be sore from exercising, and my stomach muscles will be extra-sore from laughing. Truly, the boys were on fire with this one! I’m not generally a laugh-out-loud type of gal–I do the smile-and-nod thing most of the time. Tonight however, I’m pretty sure my neighbors must think I’ve gone insane. Perhaps I’m giddy from fatigue, or perhaps it was the half-glass of wine. Whatever the reason, I was nigh-guffawing.
Yes. I even laughed at the Wisconsin joke (while simultaneously rolling my eyes). “Milk report” indeed. Sigh.
I’m way too tired to go into much detail. Instead you get this list: seagulls, sirens, jokes in hilariously poor taste, innuendo, blatant “out-uendo,” Steven humming David Bowie <swoon>, all three fellas quoting Oasis (which reminded me of my sis, so yay!), and many people named Tyler. Really, watch this episode. It’s great. And listen to the commentary. Also great. And maybe if you have time, please explain to me exactly what “end of” means. Or rather, from whence it came. I grokked the meaning based on context, but the turn of phrase is new to me. I should be excited about learning a new expression (albeit an obnoxious one), but instead, I’m going to bed.
Oh yeah. Knitting. Right. I did that too. I was pretty diligent tonight. Diligent enough that my shoulder is quite sore now. I’m almost done with the next purple stripe. Wee! And stuff.