The arrival of day 13 in BKK tempts me to go to the cinema and market. New movie day has “The Brave One”, “Vacancy” and “I Know Who Killed Me” out and I’ll probably end up seeing all of them before they disappear - it’s that good to hear English being spoken. Interestingly, last week I had a dream about “I Know Who Killed Me” in which I was friends with Lindsay Lohan and told her it wasn’t very good. She got pretty offended by that, and I did a lot of that “backpeddling” that one is sometimes required to do in situations where you hurt someone’s feelings but didn’t mean to.
As for the market, I only really need to go to buy the stuff that prevents you from having to go out and buy stuff. Breakfast cereal, milk, eggs … boring stuff like that.
I’m a bit lonely today - I think I said yesterday that Mint is away, so I’ve gone from having the company of one to having the company of zero. And Glenn told me that the stupid Irvine Welsh book I was struggling with wasn’t worth it, so surely that’s an excuse to go to a bookshop?
Callun’s (and Bek’s) birthday fast approaches, can you believe it? That little larakin will be an old man before we know it. Bryce and I will probably have to find something remote control plane-related that will be delivered in sufficient time. I should get on that soon.