Well, dear readers, another day, more fighting the good fight, so we just have to keep fighting the good fight and winning the damn good fight, so keep sending those most excellent vibes and xylophones for no sickness and a strong voice. In other news, it is March. February wasn’t a terrible month – many nice things happened in February, but I do not enjoy a month that’s short – it mucks up the works, frankly, but thus it has been, thus it will always be because the month people decided for some arcane and obscure reason that February was going to be short and when the month people decide, there is nothing to be done about it. And may I just say that it is my fervent hope and prayer that March will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. Perhaps we could have a special emphasis on health and wealth this month – that would be ever so nice.
Yesterday, the final day of short February, was an okay day. I spent most of it fighting the good fight – I got ten hours of sleep, took my endless preventatives, and mostly relaxed whilst doing some work on the computer. To tide me over till dinner, I had some cherry chip ice cream. I picked up one package and one piece of mail, did some banking, then came back home, where I continued fighting the good fight, taking the preventatives, and doing work on the computer.
Then it was time to get ready for dinner. We went to Jerry’s Deli – originally we were going to do something more fun than that, but this nice person thought I should, in addition to all my preventatives, have the preventative known as chicken soup. I had a cup of that, a bacon and cheese omelet, an English muffin, and a few fries. It was a fun dinner, but I was not at my most sparkling as all my preventatives dull my senses and make me feel a bit cloudy. But I was semi-charming in a cloudy way. After dinner, I came right home, where I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I finished watching a motion picture I started watching about two months ago, entitled Black Snake Moan, on the Flix of Net. It starts Samuel L. Jackson and Christina Ricci, along with, of all people, Justin Timberlake. It’s a southern fried potboiler but I have to say I rather enjoyed it. The performances are fun and while it’s a good ten to twenty minutes too long, it’s just fun in a southern fried way. Half the critics appreciated its southern friedness, and the other half were appalled by it. It’s no masterpiece, but it’s kind of fun in its way.
After that, I relaxed, took my Ny-Quil, and began writing these here notes. I also got word that Cindy Williams finished her portion of the Thrill Ride audio book. She said she had fun, loved her character, and loved what she heard of the book. I can’t wait to hear some of it.
Today, I will do nothing but rest up, take my preventatives, eat (perhaps yet more chicken soup), hopefully pick up some packages, and hope that I’m feeling all better or at least like I’m not on the verge of something. All My Preventatives – that’s the title of my next soap opera. I’m sure I’ll find something to watch, too, just as I’m equally sure I’ll listen to some music.
Tomorrow is our second Kritzerland rehearsal, and Rupert will be joining our merry troupe, as will Kay Cole. So, that part of the day will definitely be fun. Otherwise, it’s more of the same – rest, food, and viewing. Friday I should be able to continue my rest and preventatives routine, Saturday I’ll do the same until it’s time for the stumble-through. Then Sunday, the band has a rehearsal at two-thirty (I probably won’t attend), and then sound check is at four, then we do our show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, rest up, take my preventatives, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as we welcome in a little month I like to call March, where we shall all march to the tune of March – and it is my fervent hope and prayer that March will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.