Sweet dreams are made of cheese

My wife and I had a 90 minute massage today. I’d had a trying day where everything was twice as difficult as necessary, and she’s pregnant, so we needed some respite. I didn’t realise how potent an hour and a half’s massage, followed up by a pizza, could be.

I’m not so much relaxed now as narcoleptic. I made the mistake when we for home of trying to work. (Quite wisely, the wife went straight to bed.) I spent a pointless hour on the computer, being less productive than when I’m drunk, and when I realised this it quite spoiled the relaxed mood the massage had conferred on me.

And so to bed. I’d write more if my brain worked, but forcing myself to stay awake when I’ve spent good money on getting ready to sleep seems beyond perverse, and nothing of note happened to me today anyway, so today will be cut short…

Things aren’t what you’d expect: Fast & Furious 6 and The Milkweed Triptych

Yesterday we went to see Fast & Furious 6 (it’s been so long since the definite article was dropped that I hardly miss it now). This franchise has gone from a pleasingly mindless cops and robbers yarn, to an embarrassment, to a guilty pleasure and finally has morphed into something halfway decent. More than a decade has passed, from a time when Vin Diesel was going to be the new action hero, until Xxx tanked and the Chronicles Of Riddick vanished without trace, and the Fast & Furious films were somewhere between the punch line and the gravestone of both his and Paul Walker’s careers. And now they’re good again.
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Sweat, rain, etc

I awoke at 5:30 this morning, in the middle of a rainstorm. Singapore is very organised, so if it rains in the morning then it seldom rains again that day, but frankly I’d have preferred not to miss out on any of that lovely sleep that I’d been hankering for. The rain wouldn’t let up and so it was pointless to attempt to return to sleep; instead I sat by the bed, stewing with rage at the conference call I knew I had tonight at 11. I’m getting too old to cope with burning the candle at both ends, and it’s worse if it’s being lit by things out of your control.
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