Men on Screen
Caught a cold again and can not sleep at night as a direct consequence of an itchy and sore throat. But apart from that I embrace my existence with modest joy. I even picked up a christmas present and two birthday presents for Frank and Jim today, which makes me feel a little bit holy for a while. It is nice to give, although it is even nicer that I have now taken the full step and ordered The Complete Sherlock Holmes Collection with Jeremy God Brett. I do have several episodes of Millennium left to watch, (which I got from Frank for my birthday), but sinced I moved away from my rooms where I was living steadily with more than a rabbit as a company, I find them rather difficult to watch. I can not take my eyes from Lance Henriksen but the stories can be scary, and I enjoy some comforting company just in case. I am now looking forward to lots and lots of evenings together with Mr. Brett. After all he played Sherlock Holmes for ten years or something like that, so it has to take some time to watch, yay!
On another note, I got lost in the lift on my way home. As a habit I take the lift instead of walking up to the seventh floor where I live. From time to time I count the floors as they pass outside the window, but today I was in deep thoughts when the lift stopped two floors too late. Or rather 2,01 floors to late since I dropped a cm from the door, and I had to spend several seconds to locate on what floor the lift had stopped. Some sort of mal function I suppose since I am sure I pressed the right button. I do not have liftophobia or whatever you choose to call it when someone prefers to walk 7 floors as if there were no other alternatives, but I confess that it was not very comfy at all.
On another note, I got lost in the lift on my way home. As a habit I take the lift instead of walking up to the seventh floor where I live. From time to time I count the floors as they pass outside the window, but today I was in deep thoughts when the lift stopped two floors too late. Or rather 2,01 floors to late since I dropped a cm from the door, and I had to spend several seconds to locate on what floor the lift had stopped. Some sort of mal function I suppose since I am sure I pressed the right button. I do not have liftophobia or whatever you choose to call it when someone prefers to walk 7 floors as if there were no other alternatives, but I confess that it was not very comfy at all.
