(no subject)
poetry
urban planning & the enclosure act
bath salts
weds: visited douglas @ his residential thingamy.
thurs: dinner with lanyon incl. first ever funnel cake
fri: antony's book signing followed by drinks
sat: opus anglicanum exhibition, walk through hyde park, accidental poetry book purchase, drinks for detitmas, brief period of dancing at g-a-y which is full of goblin men why do i bother
sun: pub lunch with fiona & finished reading howl's moving castle (a pleasant distraction but unfortunately now over)
unwilling really to blog much about what the general landscape of emotion is and what is happening in any more detail as the effort on my part seems to be forget things as soon as i can.
tomorrow: theatre before work (mark strong as king lear)
evening of the 17th: possibly duckie by myself
18th: possibly suzy's queermas celebrations
i probably ought put some sort of effort into making the house even slightly christmassy but i straight up don't fucking care and being nagged about it is making me angry. every time my brain isn't 100% occupied by interaction, editing, reading, or writing, it's trying to make me die; but there's a limit on how much editing and writing i can get done and interaction frequently provides more ammunition for the suicidal ideation tyre fire, BUT so does not fucking interacting (much as i would like to be the kind of man who can live happily on a hilltop befriending cockroaches and plaiting his armpit hair into exciting patterns i'm tragically human).