Much to my eternal shame, I did not know that Bananarama were British. And we lost quiz night by one point. If only I'd been a better fan, I could have hauled us up to a tie.
So, for the third week in a row, we came second at quiz night. We tire of second. We are hungry for first. But it appears that we are not hungry enough. Next week we shall be starving.
I actually did some work yesterday. Unusual, I know. And I loved it. I made a book. I like books. They smell good. Sometimes I smell good. Sometimes, like after the pretend run I went on today, I do not. It was a pretend run because I didn't do a lot of running. I am far better at walking. And loping. Because I am a Penelope. Sort of like an antelope but slightly less graceful.
And today I lolled about the house in preparation for working again tomorrow. I know. Twice in one week. That's a lot of work. I'm exhausted already. But this block of dark chocolate KitKat seems to be taking my mind off things. It's really pretty good stuff. I felt bad abandoning my Whittaker's - cheating on chocolate is near unforgiveable, but there's a recession on and Pak'n'Save had a deal on with KitKats so I listened to my credit card and went with the cheaper option.
My credit card is pretty chatty these days.
And I have a new addiction. I share it with my flatmate Oren. We heart the new Battlestar Galatica. I saw all the old series a few years back with Kruse and have long wondered what the new version was like. And now I know. Ben once described Prison Break as being like crack to him and Karen and I think I know what he's talking about. It's almost as good as Twin Peaks was. And that was pretty good. I think we'll be rewatching that soon. Transpires that Melissa has never even heard of it. I shake my head at the youth of today. I'm sure her life will improve dramatically once we've forced her to watch it.
In the mean time, I haven't seen any Battlestar since Monday as Oren and I have had conflicting social lives and at the rate we're going, I'm not going to get any until Sunday. This pains me terribly. I can't eat, I can't sleep. I long for Battlestar.