Crazy

How is the year already running out of weekends?

Slow day.

Shopping, post office, internet research on stuff, sexing up the 'repertoire' list for the band*, work.  Later, TallGirl was way more enthusiastic than I anticipated about the uni entrance exam I showed her (to distract her from the eternal box-set torpor).  She is surprisingly knowledgeable about stuff, and I think it has had the consequence of making her think more seriously about where she might end up.  I may (financially) regret this...

Anyway, new boxset torpor for me (since last night) with Un Village Français.  Not much torpor-potential actually, since it is teaching me lots of new French.  Though as TallGirl pointed out, I will end up speaking like a French person from the 1940s.  "Still, that's better than my current French" I said, laughing.  "Yes, that's true" she replied, with a straight face. Humph.

*Or at least, making it more comprehensible to French folk by adding artist, genre and era.  Interestingly, almost none of the songs on the list charted in France - the band may have to add a Johnny Halliday to the list...