Last night

I had regulation frozen hamburgers for dinner, and finished them. Afterwards I watched two Noel Coward plays; The Vortex and Hay Fever. I thought they were shite. They were all about superficial, pompous, pretentious snobs, and written in a ridiculously overblown, snooty English that I find so irritating. It matched my mood though, and gave me something to focus my annoyance on. I turned in at eleven.