Waited around for a call that never came.
Ate two pear tarts.
Bought some stuff.*
Went home.
Re-grouted my bath tiles.
Ate a mackerel sandwich.
Watched Elizabeth: the Golden Age.
It sucked.
Passed out on the couch.
This is my, as he put it "rock-star lifestyle." Indeed.
*I saw David Bowie (I'm almost positive it was him!) at C.O. Bigelow checking out the Acqua di Parma (Colonia) products which, as it turns out is one of my scents. Does it reassure you to know that David Bowie smells nice?
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