...when I get insanely anal-retentive.
I'm honestly not proud of this, but I post it for reference's sake for you, Gentle Reader: this is about as crazily on-the-rails as I get.
In other news, I'm flying to London on the 29th ofthisnext month for a fortnight's vacation, holy fucking shit, as an early birthday gift (nota bene: VERY early) from someone I've viewed as one of my closest friends for years. Obviously, I should view more people as damned close friends! Joking aside, I really do appreciate this gift, hugely. And not just because I grasp the financial cost.
We're also going to see Waiting For Godot- one of my favorite plays- at the Theater Royal Haymarket (which I've never been in), featuring Sir Ian McKellen and Patrick Freaking Stewart.
I'm going to try to work in a few visits with people I know in the UK during that fortnight, given that hey: my host will have a job to carry out, and these people might be able to flex their schedule for a day or two.
I'm honestly not proud of this, but I post it for reference's sake for you, Gentle Reader: this is about as crazily on-the-rails as I get.
In other news, I'm flying to London on the 29th of
We're also going to see Waiting For Godot- one of my favorite plays- at the Theater Royal Haymarket (which I've never been in), featuring Sir Ian McKellen and Patrick Freaking Stewart.
I'm going to try to work in a few visits with people I know in the UK during that fortnight, given that hey: my host will have a job to carry out, and these people might be able to flex their schedule for a day or two.
/jealous
It's like seeing God onstage. Oh, and God too.