Warmer than advertised

It's Monday morning, I feel awake, warm, chipper and disturbingly positive to work.
No, I haven't been taking any class A drugs (and no, I haven't even had any sugar yet this morning) but the sheer peachyness of waking up and getting out of bed for another atypical Monday morning but then finding that my house isn't isanely frikking freezing was just too much not to put me in a good mood, even with it being Monday and now the time clock for the final confirmation of my middleagedoldgitness looming before me like a giant projected image on a mammoth on a nearby wall.
In other news I wrote down the word 'curtains' to remind me of something, a pretty common thing for me with my dire memory. I have since forgotten what it was meant to be about.
Ah well.
More burbling to follow, beware.

Monkey party details.

You without honour. Your shameful deeds lie like the droppings of a underfed panda who is eating half grown bamboo. Your ancestors look down upon you and point and jeer at your shameful deeds in this world. Know then that your spirit hangs by a decisive thread and than the Yang of your eternal conciousness lies in the balance.
Only one way have you for chance of salvation from utter disgrace.
You must hasten to the hallowed heated halls of the Monkey Party! on the 17th day of the year known by the Western barbarians as 2003. Being this very friday.

( Directions and info )

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( And now a mindless ramble, thank goodness. )

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From my sister
"4 days til your old
4 days til your old
eee iii addiioooo 4 days til your old"

Glad to know she cares.
Then again in two years I get to taunt her.

Incidentally...

Any suggestions for Friday for food and decor would be gratefully and honourably recieved.
So spoke the sacred mystic panda, Bob.