Glazed over with Soma FM's Indie Pop selection. There was some Belle and Sebastian in the mix somewhere, but there's a ton of other stuff as well. I want to strap on a pair of airplane goggles and cruise around town on a rocket scooter while I'm pursued by badly designed Fifties robots and Harrison Ford doing the Blade Runner thing.
Cleaned the bathroom just now so that we can show off the place to Christian when he gets here. I feel disturbingly on the ball and positive - an upswing from yesterday's miasma of distaste. The partner in crime is on his way over, and the plan for the Post-Christian day is buying him half of his anniversary gift (I've even managed to keep it a secret from him) and buying me a wireless card so that I'm not bound to that damnable router!
Hmm. Invitations to the party should be forthcoming.