I watched the miniseries adaptation of Sense and Sensibility (not as good as the Ang Lee movie as if anyone thought there would be a question there) which Cousin Matthew off of Downtown Abbey was in. He’s a better Edward Ferrars that Hugh Grant I think. But I’m no Hugh Grant fan.
BUT MAINLY I was reminded that Cousin Matthew recently got weirdly thin. It is sad to me when this happens. Dear Male Celebrities: Stay chubby! Cousin Matthew, you really couldn’t even have been qualified as chubby!
My mom got me some new sheets for my birthday but accidentally got sheets for a full bed when I have a twin (because it was the cheapest mattress available!). The extra-big sheet sort of makes me feel like royalty though. Now when I’m lazing around I think to myself “I’m luxuriating”.
I met Reece Shearsmith once but I fell over at his feet as I walked over to him and when I got up off the floor I didn’t really know what to say so I apologised for falling over then said “happy birthday” a few times then left.
Interacting with even just normal people is difficult. It is obviously significantly inferior to never interacting with anyone else ever, as is my M.O.