the wonderous liz arrived late last nite, borne of locomotive. i met her and ferried her home, for which bit of niceness she drove me around all today. my usual duties being suspended, i had time to do a xword, and watch the lion in winter in the morning and elizabeth in the evening -- a pleasant as well as logical progression: 300 years passed in a matter of hours. both fit well into my recent costume drama motif.
in between liz and i attempted this is spinal tap but wandered away about 2/3 through. albeit clever, it was not what we were in the mood for. instead we talked and talked and met for brief intervals with miss lana and feasted on dairy products and drank diet coke.

liz and i have been friends since we were three years old. our parents knew each other before we were even dreamt of. throughout our growings-up we fixated on how we were opposite: she had art, i had writing; she liked comics, i liked books; she was neat, i was cluttered; arguing frustrated her, i rejoiced in it; she played sports, i watched others play. now i marvel at how remarkably similar we are, and i don't know whether i've changed, or my perspective has.