signs you really needed a day off from working: thanking someone you don’t really believe in that you have one.

( 😍 )

staying in bed until the cats refuse to let me stay there any longer.

idly plucking at the strings of his guitar, a melody created in the depths of boredom — while his gaze watches rain pour down outside the window.

gave himself a headache with his own music. how convenient.

might be needing a bubble bath. no rubber ducks will be present.

apparently i’ve practically been advertising how much i love george harrison? should tone it down, probably.

just learned that my sense of taste is completely gone, which is fun. might as well be eating cardboard. or air.

our silly show started on this day, however many years ago. thank you to the bbc for giving us a time slot when no one would be awake, and thanks to anyone who ever bothered to watch. appreciate it.

the elusive george harrison appears!

( eric’s journal. ) went to michael’s house to get back the notebook i forgot. was startled by a cardboard cutout of freddie mercury he has recently acquired, for whatever reason. he promised not to tell anyone.

// today I found out George Harrison had actual CAVES underneath his mansion and he turned one of them into a shrine or something?? anyway goodnight.

still around. just barely. hello!

// so I wanna know if Eric is going to get a mention in George’s biopic and who’ll play him, or if the only Eric in his life they’ll mention is Eric Clapton 🥲 because it usually is.

it’s life of brian season. oh, and jesus’s season — if that’s what you prefer. both work.

did ya miss me? even if one person did, i’m satisfied.

// joined oc social network — username is @ pythonesqueidle if you’ve got it and want to follow me there. ✌️