Brunch-loving, monkey-hating extended-paper writing machine

All true, except for the extended-paper part. I went for brunch this morning with Ben Rentovitch. We went to the Bellevue Diner in Kensington, and split the granola thing and eggs florentine. This was ideal, because I got to pretend I was eating rather healthy, but I still got to eat the eggs with egg sauce and fries.

I love brunch. I love brunch so much. Sunday is awesome if you get out of bed when you feel like it, put on old clothes, get a crossword and then you go to brunch. You eat all your food, then you just sit around and drink coffee or tea until you feel like going. Then you just wander around because you have nothing to do and that is good. I like going to the Bellevue and Aunties and Uncles.

Ben and I have a friendly bet on right now that I will be winning, which means that I win some sort of pie that he is going to bake. If I lose, I have to bake him brownies. Last time I baked Ben brownies, he ended up in Kathryn's haloween costume. Anyways, it doesn't matter, because I am going to win - it will be like the exact opposite of my fake trial yesterday, and with pie at the end.

I also went to wholefoods with Jeremy today. We tasted a lovely tapanade and I had my first every gooseberry. Tasty. Then Jena came over for tea and I did laundry...and I worked on my extended paper. Honest. I swear.

Oh, and I do hate monkeys. I don't understand why people think that they are cute - I don't like looking at them. I think they have ugly little faces. I would pretty much rather look at any other animal.

I like:

lions

hippopotamuses (seriously, had to sound that one out and I am positive that it is spelt wrong)

goats

bears

This week's radio drama: Have his carcass, a story featuring amateur sleuth Lord Peter Whimsy. Because I get Friday's audio feed but the written preview for tommorow, I can tell you that I am expecting to hear about some sort of mysterious death, and that we will get enough clues to allow Lord Peter to set a trap. I say this because this is the preview for tommorow's show:

"Lord Peter Sets a Trap: All of Wimsey's clues seem to centre on a battered old razor. Will this be enough to help Harriet Vane out?"

What is the significance of the razor? Who is Harriet Vane? Why does she need his help? Yeah, I gotta go listen to this RIGHT NOW.

Oh, but one more thing - someone is documenting the strife at DLS in a fairly neutral and organized way at http://billabletargets.blogspot.com.