i'm spending the whole evening watching the storyteller. i haven't watched t since i first saw it almost twenty fucking years ago (yes, it really is blowing my mind that it's been -20 years- ..oi. dad turns 65 tomorrow, and he's annoyed about it, so i blame him for my sudden bout of age-awareness) and i love it love it love it like i did back then.
sigh. what a great show. it's the first thing in a month to properly relax my brain and make me lose some of the stress i've been feeling 24/7. to say i'm fed up with work is to seriously understate things.
i suppose a good sign of how fed up i am is that i can't even be bothered to detail the crap occuring everyday in this livejournal right now, i just try to go home and find something distracting to do (i've taken up NEEDLEPOINT, how desperate is that, hahaha. i'm making a cushion with daisies on it. because obviously, the world needs another craft project, heh.). so. meh.
and the storyteller is just as amazing as i found it twenty years ago. wonderful stories, great use of puppets and actors, and john hurt is really great as the storyteller making it all come together. and the dog still amuses me. so. there we go. that's my exciting saturday night. :)