It is St. David's Day today apparently, and me without any Welsh music in the house with which to celebrate. I do have some Manic Street Preachers, but I don't feel like listening to them. Will Jarvis Cocker be close enough?
I suppose I could cook up some leeks instead, but I don't have any of those either, so it will have to be onions.
Man, I suck at St. David's Day.
Sorry, Welsh people.
Our meeting went on for an hour and a half today and the whole time I could smell stinky feet. We meet in a lecture hall that has stadium seating, so it is possible that somebody's feet were nestled up against the back of my head, but we generally always sit in roughly the same locations , being creatures of habit, and I don't recall any malodorous peds kicking me in the noodle before. Maybe somebody barfed on the carpet or something.
Tomorrow is the final day of Canada Reads and I am getting pretty nervous. Here's the rundown:
- first gone = Children of My Heart
- next voted off = Natasha and Other Stories
So tomorow they have to go from three books to the one book that all Canada should read. I think Stanley Park will get turfed right off the hop, which leaves it down to Song of Kahunsha versus Lullabies for Little Criminals.
The suspense is killing me.