Screw shopping, screw Polyday, screw doing anything responsible, I'm going to dick off all day and RELAX RELAX RELAX. I am worn out. WORN OUT. Hanging with friends and chilling out, that's going to be my day, and NO dealing with people I don't know. There's enough morons on the streets to keep THAT taken care of for me in spades.
By the way, my West Wing loving friends, Stockard Channing is in Awake and Sing, which I saw last night at the Almeida in Islington with shadowdaddy, scarlettina, and wechsler. It's a well-acted and brilliantly written play about a family in America in the 1930s with a GREAT atheist Marxist grandpa and ... well, even though W and I were completely exhausted, we were utterly engaged with the show. Check it out. (PS: Can you believe I saw five shows in less than two weeks? No wonder I'm tired!)
PPS: Am also going to pet Boo, who seems very lonely and cute.