I wrote this a few months ago, it was supposed to be XXVI.  I should make a blog post that describes me, but probably not.  I read books so rarely, and when I do I only manage through a few pages before I move on, but I put hours out of my week to watch old episodes of Friends, or films with George Clooney in them.  I drink coffee now and then, well yeah now, and I spend — what's the term in About a Boy, units? — I spend at least a unit, probably more, looking through Tumblr, searching French proverbs on Google, and generally doing nothing for myself, productively.

only the V's of my pizza remain.  it was rocket and salami and mozzarella and I didn't make it and that makes me quite sad.  I know how to make a pizza base, and all the ingredients are so cheap, and I would feel much better if I made what I ate.  oh well.

let's watch Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain! (with subtitles on because I can't understand spoken French!)

my fingers and the moon may be inter-linked at some level, but it's more efficient to be able to tell them apart.  that's a new coffee from Costa, called a Cortado.  it's good.

okay, I just tried very hard to make this blog look presentable.  I'm going to try to update it more often, and with things that actually matter, it's just, not many things happen to me that actually matter.  so I might have to bring my expectations down a little bit.  some film recommendations, and some music things, those can work.  I could do something.  I don't know, I just know I would like to use this more.