fragments

Yesterday whuffle and halleyscomet and I went to see Sweeney Todd. Because it was Tim Burton, I was expecting to have nightmares last night, but I didn't. (I will never watch The Nightmare Before Christmas again.) I do have bits of the music stuck in my head, though.

Johnny Depp can sing, but he doesn't have the depth of voice for Sweeney Todd. He sounded like he was skating over the top of it. Maybe he had to concentrate too hard on keeping his accent while he was singing. I wonder what the final bill for red paint came to?

Today, since yesterday's cramps seem to have abated and it's not looking so much like a day best spent hibernating, I'm going to go run the rest of the Brighton errands. I'm contemplating buying a paper shredder, but having just bought a new coffee maker yesterday, I don't think I want to run out and spend more money on things I don't necessarily need (I can use the shredder at work).

I wish I could consistently remember that I can indeed cook when I want to.