Three cheers and dammit, c'est la vie

[desperance]

In my backpack I have put changes of jeans, of shirts, of underwear. I have a small pharmacopoeia of chemical aids and bathroom appurtenances. I have my phone, the Laptop of Utterable Delights and a spare little bag full of cables. I have my sunglasses and my reading glasses. I have a book and my Kindle (and, again, my phone: now with Kindle app applied).

I do believe I may be ready for a day and a night in the city.

We are going to eat and drink, and watch bendy bouncy people in Cirque du Soleil, and eat and drink some more; and then overnight in a hotel and possibly eat and drink some more more before we come home tomorrow. It's my birthday, and my wife can indulge me if she wants to.

All the above will be accompanied by today's thematic earworm: "I got through all of last year, and I'm heeeeeeeere! Look who's heeeeeeere! I'm still heeeeeeeeeeeeeeere...!!"*


*So's Ramsey Campbell, incidentally. Well, not here, alas; but it's his birthday too. All the best people...