Gluttony Week continues in high form!

Dammit, I thought of something I wanted to write here on the way to work, and now it's gone.

So, this, the second day of Gluttony week, has continued in the fine tradition of yesterday:
due to my/our excessive guilt-tripping of Tim for missing Tea yesterday, he brought a cake in today! Yay.

This week is Gluttony week, I should probably explain, as an indirect result of the gay rights movement. Some weeks ago, as you will doubtless have forgotten, was Pride Week. Calling on all those of us with same sex tendencies to be proud of them, although mysteriously, those of us without them were not called on to be proud of that. [is this discrimination of the there's-a-special-women's-room-but-no-such-room-for-men variety?].

Anyway, the next week, people seemed grumpy, so we officially dubbed that Wrath week, and have since been working our way through the deadly sins, one week at a time. Last week we celebrated Envy, and this week is Gluttony.

Everyone seems worryingly excited about next week, Lust week. Feel that us all being proud or grumpy or envious together, or us all eating excessively this week, may perhaps not translate so well to Lust.

We could get banned from Manning.

Then where would we find couches on which to recline in Sloth week?

Possibly we should just play spin the bottle? But have no real wish to do so. Feel that would be a terrible thing to kiss Cat. [No offense, Cat] Not for anyone else, you understand, I'm sure she's great, although she does have a cold at the moment, but I personally, feel that it could only result in weirdness. Would break the cardinal rule of flatmate-hood for a start.

Bizarrely, I feel that this would be less the case with others. Cannot see kissing Bec resulting in awkwardness to same degree. Dodgy jokes, mind you, quite probably.

Obviously can barely contain my excitement at idea of kissing Sam. Baby.

Will now move on, as feel that this is not a constructive mental exercise.

Plan, possibly in time for Greed Week, to learn to be excellent at Gothic Calligraphy script, in order to have an excuse to buy (in a greedy way) this cool book I saw yesterday. There's a shop in the QVB called Florentine['s (?)] which sells cool calligraphy pens, and leather-bound notebooks. Have fallen in lust with a leather bound one with metal corners, and a cool clasp. Wantwantwant.

Aaargh, the radio is advertising the new episode of the Simpsons this evening as "the episode that split a nation: which of your favourite Simpsons characters [ominous drop in tone] IS GAY?". First of all, the TV guide says who it is (Patty? Selma? I can't recall which). Second of all, we knew that. Third of all, I rather resent, as a free thinking individual who was there at Pride week a few weeks ago, attempting to feel proud enough to be seen as participating, but not so proud as to cause offence, the implication of the tone of voice that the character has betrayed us by being gay. So silly.

Astoundingly difficult to find the Gothis script I want on the internet. Possibly could hold Ivy at knife-point until she writes me an alphabet? Surely worth a try, anyway.

At any rate, I had better do some filing to keep up appearances, so I shall write again anon. Here's hoping tomorrow has more clement weather.