Last night, I have to say, was even better than today's laziness, though. After coming home totally freaked out from a job interview (long story!) and having spent the last four days writing pretty much straight, my boy decided I needed a little TLC in the form of Julius Caesar. At first I was a little skeptical that Shakespeare would be relaxing and spring-break-y, but I was totally wrong! Okay, partly wrong - it wasn't really relaxing, but it was fantastic nevertheless. The acting was phenomenal (with the exception of Eamonn Walker, who played Marc Anthony as though he had a fistful of marbles in his mouth) and the adaptation and direction was even better. I had forgotten how much I love Shakespeare's language; for some reason, I tend to see the same few plays over and over (if I have to see Romeo and Juliet one more time I will scream) and so I forget that joy of his unexpected wit. I think I have a new project - though it's probably going to be on hold until the summer - which is to read (or re-read, for the ones I've read already) all of Shakespeare, because last night I was so delighted by him.
Then my boy took me home and we played City of Heroes. And that's why I love him - because he knows, and loves, both sides of who I am.