So yesterday we were let off early from work, though not as early as everyone had hoped.

What a bunch of ungrateful swine we are, we got to go two and a half hours early and we whined because it was not four. I complained because I had no shoes and then I saw a man with no feet. And I said, "But I still don't have any shooooes!"

It felt very peculiar, leaving the office when it is not only light, but hours away from sunset. I was planning on staying longer and doing some filing, but decided that if I did, that would prove conclusively that I am a big bunch of stupid, and I shook the dust of that place off my feet with a flourish.

O, wait, yeah, and I had my McDonald's breakfast for breakfast, and I was not cheating on my diet! Boy, do I love Weight Watchers. There was a little bit of gastrointestinal tra-la-la, but I wasn't too sick, and it was certainly worth every bit of it.

I have been saving points all week and had nine extra, which means that I didn't blow my wad on breakfast, although I did end up having dinner around 5p, which is quite early for me, so I was gnawing on the insides of my cheeks a little when it got to be nighttime, but cheating there was none.

Well, except for a small handful of cereal. And I figure, if you can't have a small handful of cereal once a day without counting it towards points, then...well, then you are doing your diet properly, but I don't care. I'd rather a small handful of cereal than two dinners. As far as cheating goes, it's pretty good, because it makes you feel free, but yet it's not actually bad.

I think that every week I will save points towards one special blow-out, either McDonald's breakfast or a number 5 dinner (that's the McNuggets) or a chai creme frappuccino. Which is literally half the points than either of the other two. Perhaps I will have two! No, I'd probably fall over dead if I tried it, head swimming, arteries clogging. One is just fine. Mmm...maybe I'll have that next week.

After leaving work early (those with short attention spans, see above for details), I got home and watched part of Peter's Friends.

I had seen that it was going to be on and happily Tivoed it, because although I haven't seen it since it came out, I just loved it and couldn't wait to see it again. Well, I'm not certain what I was thinking when I saw it the first time, but I was entirely wrong. It is really quite startlingly bad.

What happened to it? It used to be good, I know it was! Four of the eight main characters are played by actors that I simply worship, the rest I like a great deal, and I think everyone is very talented, but there is not a single genuine moment in the film.

That is not actually true, there are several genuine moments, but they mostly occur when nobody is talking. For some reason, I never believed a single word that came out of anyone's mouth. It was so false and peculiar--Stephen Fry was basically playing himself, he sounded pretty much like himself, the lines are things that he normally says and everyone onscreen is a close friend of his, but somehow, I still wasn't buying it.

Hugh Laurie, I bought, but I think that might have had something to do with the fact that he had alot of silent moments. In the first half hour of the film, that is, because I couldn't stand any more of it and erased it. It was dull, stereotypical, unbelievable and frankly, it was vulgar.

I have no idea how that happened.

Then I, far happier, watched a bunch of Monks and Sex and the Citys and Law and Order Starring Kymm's Secret Celebrity Boyfriends, as well as the terrific Henry Rollins special that was on Comedy Central recently, Henry Rollins: Up For It.

(After reading a thing in the paper about a man who had managed to crush his penis in the toilet at a Starbucks)
"I have a penis. And I have a bathroom. And I have a night off. And I have a cuuuuurious mind!"

(On opening for Iron Maiden)
"If you are in front of eighteen to twenty thousand Iron Maiden fans, the upside is: they only want to see one band. The downside is: you are not in that band."

(On being assaulted by cab drivers wanting to take him to a love house in Bangkok)
"See, these guys have no idea who they're fucking with. They are fucking with a lean, mean, tattooed rated-G boy scout!"

(On the pile of movie scripts sitting at his house for him to read)
"I'm no actor, but I'm crass enough to try and scam into a movie every once in a while. I figure if I get the part, it's, it's their fault!"

He has a long bit about auditioning for Death to Smoochy, which he calls the coolest script in the whole world, and he knew that he couldn't possibly get such a big break in such a cool movie, and his motivation was to make certain that Danny DeVito would never forget him.

It was kind of like listening to Billy Bob talk about Angelina on Inside the Actors Studio (which just broke my freakin' heart--he was so in love with her when that was taped). I'll bet he was glad that he didn't get it after all, seeing as how it turned out to be the worst movie of the year!

Check out my In the Belly of the Hedgehog archive page! I think it's starting to look really cool! I'm probably going to have to split it, it can't have a whole year's worth of pictures on it, but I really think it looks great with the month and a bit that's up thus far.

Today's horoscope:
Focusing on how you are NOT having fun will lead to more of the same. Notice ways to enhance your enjoyment of leisure activities.

One year ago today:
Especially since making stuff up was never exactly my forte to begin with.

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