apricot jam
I done made cake. We ate it dipped in apricot jam. Say 'apricot cake.' It's a delightful phrase. Sticky & fluffy.
It's four in the morning. I am considering getting the domain 'thatfuckinghippy', even though I am not the hippiest of hippys, and having a personal blog. I want to write articles for Throwaway Literature, but I want to rant too. & I want people to read those rants...
I'm going back to Bristol tomorrow. My mum is going to take me for dinner in Bath when I get there. Wagamamas! Yum! I plan to go to the docks area & the Arnolfini on Thursday/Friday too & pick up Dodgem Logic & generally moon over all the awesome books & magazines in there. If my Dad gives me some fun money I might buy the book on semiotics I saw in there before. I get to see Heather & maybe Debbie, which would be awesome, strange & cool.
Um. I have work at 9am. It's one of those nights where staying awake just makes more sense. I could research 'climate change', write the article I want to write & sort out my 'zine. Stay up until 8am, get dressed & go to work. Or, I could sleep. Instead...I'm updating my livejournal with ramble & cake. Too jazzed to sleep, not focused enough to do research. I really can't wait to go home.
xx