He's on me to finish up my revisions (THE WHOLE POINT OF MY JOB) so that he can put me on some project.
The only time Neil has more than a few words to say to me is when he wants something.
So I worked *really* slowly. really really slowly. I literally stood in one spot and just stared at a shelf for about 20 minutes.
I was trying to remember the words to a song.
"A sadder man, but wiser now, I sing these words to you..."
Last night I watched Young Frankenstein. And I've still got the "I ain't got no booooooody. And no body cares for me..." thing stuck in my head. Marty Feldman was so very very excellent.
Right at the moment, I want more chocolate than there is on the PLAAAANET.
Or really, just one piece of really really high chocolate solids chocolate.
I ended up resorting to pantomime to explain a joke to Rhiannon today.
I want to see The 25th Hour. And Regarding Schmidt. And The Hours.
And Dragonball Z: Bardock the Father of Goku. RAAAAWK ON.
I'm a lil wacked out today.