I actually find cleaning rather cathartic, then to snuggle between the sheets after a nice, warm shower. But changing the bedding is the work of the devil.
I saw the production of The King and I the other day, and it's been playing on my mind since. Kelli O'Hara was... wow - the reviews weren't lying. However, there was something about Watanabe Ken that I found very alluring
I guess I didn't pay enough attention to his films before.
The Book of Mormon remains my favourite show thus far (unexpectedly), but The King and I is a classic and I'm thinking of seeing this again on closing night before the show leaves London.
And to round things off, my flatmate is talking (EXTRA LOUD) on the phone after 4am. As always. (It's like my mum on the phone. I wonder if it's a psychological thing where you raise the volume to compensate for the distance between you and the other party.)