The Brain are coming tomorrow and they are obviously excited if the video Pascal post on his FB profile is anything to go by.
I am excited too. Even though I could probably sleep for 24 hours straight no worries. [Except if my neighbours played Stan again. Although since my neighbourly letter, they haven't offended my aurally since during sleep hours.]
I got into trouble from my boss this morning for laughing too loud down the phone with one of our candidates who can be a real crack up.
In N19 we be strictly banging. As I like to tell myself.
Truth be told after the most stupid stupid stupid horrible embarrassing thing ever happening on Monday I spent the day in the office like a damp squib and came home and cried on the sofa like a teenager feeling very sorry for myself. As noted in the post below there are some parts about being a teenager that were really cool [my other favourite The Smiths song is Oscillating Wildly - is that what its called?] but crying on the sofa was not one of them. Particularly as I’m not all skinny, nubile and teeny any more. I mean I have the nipples for it but that is about it.
So apart from being thrilled with the Twi book I wished I had stayed at home and read quietly on Monday like I had planned: How do we roll round here to refocus our life on less stupid things? We go back to putting the B in Booyah, the R in Regulate and the A-I-N in Aint It Nice and get my ass over to Rennes to join The Brain 100% Party – Edition Rennaise.
I am certain that with the good vibes of the universe, everything is going to work out properly and I can go and wring out the sofa cushion. Especially as I have more important things to think about than weird mates, like WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?! [Suggestions on a postcard please but send it quick.]