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A local secondary school's upper year drama students are putting on a stage adaptation of one of my favourite movies. (I am not sure I should say which in a public forum, as I am not certain how official an adaptation it is, and the Morgenstern estate is notoriously unforgiving about people taking liberties.) I was going to go see it tonight, but it was booked out, so I'm going to see it tomorrow night instead.

So what I did do this evening was put up some bookshelves. They're from IKEA, and didn't come with instructions since assembly was a straightforward matter of plugging bits into other bits... up to a point. Figuring out how to attach the crossbraces took a while (and a bit longer to make the little voice insisting there would be disaster if I'd got it wrong shut up). They look quite nice, but in the end there's fewer actual shelves than I would like. They're modular, though, so I'm hoping I'll be able to get more shelves without having to buy a whole new bookcase.

I listened to some radio while I was figuring out the bookshelves, including a program about the world's oldest surviving joke book, "Philogelos", from the third or fourth century AD. It includes a version of this old chestnut (which is therefore officially one of the oldest chestnuts going):

"Doctor, can you help me? Every morning when I wake up, I feel dizzy for half an hour; then I'm all right for the rest of the day."
"The solution is simple: Just wake up half an hour later."


(By the way, by "this evening" I mean Friday, and "tomorrow night" means Saturday, even though I'm writing this after midnight and some people would say that it's therefore Saturday already. The way I see it, it's not tomorrow until I've been to sleep and woken up again. Being smart, you ask: "What if you don't go to sleep at all?" I don't know; it hasn't come up since I adopted this viewpoint. And it's not going to come up tonight, either. *yawn* G'night.)

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Inconceivable!