Yesterday was a slightly bizarre day by my calculations as may be understandable from the title. I woke up feeling my head was spinning with a ridiculous number of thoughts - I think I could have beaten Hamlet for the number of things going on in my head, although they weren't quite so depressing. They ranged from 5 pound tickets to see RSC plays to Rafa and tennis, from Nike to Gossip Girl and from painting to Batman. Whilst the first four things may have been a little odd to be thinking about as I woke, the latter two weren't. I had offered my services to help paint my brother's new house, along with my younger brother. So that's what we did for most of the day. Prior to that though, we had to give our opinion on which colours should be chosen and I found myself strangely amused by the names given to different coloured paints. It must be an incredibly interesting job for whoever names them - intense truffle? cookie dough? So, we painted on for several hours and eventually stopped to have an ice cream, which I managed to get more of on my clothing than paint - the punishment for being an extremely slow eater. That was the end of the day of painting for me - my younger brother stayed on - as I went home to cook tea for us all.
The evening saw the return of Batman as I went to see The Dark Knight for the second time. This time with my friend. I had initially texted around twenty friends earlier in the week, got about five responses and only one came. However, after some minor irritation, it turned out for the good. The seven o'clock showing sold out, so we booked the eight showing and went for a drink (non-alcoholic). Having spent so long away from each other at university it was really good just to sit and chat. We talked about what it's like to come back from uni and how strange it is to see all those people who make up our friendship circle back at home; we talked about what makes us happy now. And I felt happy then; one of the best nights I've had in a while. The Dark Knight was superb once again and after the film we were left contemplating on the performance Heath Ledger has left behind him. We both agreed, a bloody good one.
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