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Today is arse. The only way in which it is arse that I can be bothered to explain without getting defensive liefests from the people involved is that it's freezing in my house and I can't get into bed because Lindsay is in bed sleeping.
Day 28, Chapter 23
password: giantbugorama
Today's total: 3,656
Overall total: 113,496
Proportion Completed: 28/31 or 32.
13:04 Sit in library, elderly man in navy blue and red horizontal striped jumper gives me the stink-eye. Cannot work out if it's because I'm reading Tickling The English while waiting for the computer to behave, or because I'm in here with a laptop like the four other people sat in front of me, or if it's because, you know, I am who I am and this occasionally leads old men to be angry with me for existing. Not always, admittedly, there are some old men who are delighted by my existence and the vast majority are gratifyingly indifferent (I say gratifyingly, it's less good if I'm on stage trying to hold their attention) -- but every now and then there will be an old dodderer who barks at me about the amount of metal in my face. Not in the manner of my mother: "You're so pretty when you don't have all that rubbish in" (A. No I'm not and B. that is really not the point) but genuine HAVE YOU GOT ENOUGH METAL IN THERE or YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF. It's nice to know that outside of church there are still people who know precisely how much shame I ought to be carrying about with me and can spot when it isn't up to standard.
Link from Twitter
How to Write an Easy Tell-all Synopsis. I'm sure this will be of use to me some day, when I write something good.
(I think part of the problem is that at the moment I feel like I'm in constant competition with the entire world, and losing).
Day 28, Chapter 23
password: giantbugorama
Today's total: 3,656
Overall total: 113,496
Proportion Completed: 28/31 or 32.
13:04 Sit in library, elderly man in navy blue and red horizontal striped jumper gives me the stink-eye. Cannot work out if it's because I'm reading Tickling The English while waiting for the computer to behave, or because I'm in here with a laptop like the four other people sat in front of me, or if it's because, you know, I am who I am and this occasionally leads old men to be angry with me for existing. Not always, admittedly, there are some old men who are delighted by my existence and the vast majority are gratifyingly indifferent (I say gratifyingly, it's less good if I'm on stage trying to hold their attention) -- but every now and then there will be an old dodderer who barks at me about the amount of metal in my face. Not in the manner of my mother: "You're so pretty when you don't have all that rubbish in" (A. No I'm not and B. that is really not the point) but genuine HAVE YOU GOT ENOUGH METAL IN THERE or YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF. It's nice to know that outside of church there are still people who know precisely how much shame I ought to be carrying about with me and can spot when it isn't up to standard.
Link from Twitter
How to Write an Easy Tell-all Synopsis. I'm sure this will be of use to me some day, when I write something good.
(I think part of the problem is that at the moment I feel like I'm in constant competition with the entire world, and losing).