We're All Mad, Here. But Not Mad Enough to Party For Two Nights in a Row.
I've done a rudimentary clean-up job for the night's work. Tonight, darling readers, is the night that I get back into writing again. I did a little work (read: one paragraph) whilst in Ireland but was generally too distracted for much - I had to make the most of my time there, after all - and the few days after coming back, my heart just wasn't in it.
Smiller's party was two days ago; the TV/Film themed one, anyway. I didn't go to the GaGa themed one - parties traditionally leave me crippled for three days so two in a row would have been pushing it a bit. I managed to finish my hat (le joys!) and my costume was as follows...
The party itself was good. A lot of laughs, and I only got tipsy! The night at Sian's afterwards wasn't bad, either! We had to talk some sense into an increasingly miserable friend on the way home, though, which was hard - and a pretty intense moment. There were a few tears. He's convinced himself that people don't care and recently he's had suicidal thoughts. This scares the kidneys out of me. Life is a brilliant thing; a once-only thing; something to be marvelled at and enjoyed. That someone could so easily throw it away baffles me.
So, I've had my typical post-party wooziness, but it hasn't been so bad. I just have to soldier on until I get my mental clarity and strength back. Give it a day or so and I'll be good.
I heard today, via. Twitter, that Zurie has conjunctivitis. This means she can't read, and that must be driving her crazy. I've never had it before, but it sounds painful. I know that in her position I'd be freaking out. Eyes are pretty, but anything involving eyes and pain/medical stuff in the same context... eurgh. I couldn't tolerate it. I'm funny about eyes.
Get well soon, Zurie! You - Books = Does Not Compute!
My stereo is definitely on its way out. It's sticking horribly. I've just been listening to Procol Harum's 'The Gospel According To...' (which appears as a bonus track on their 'Shine on Brightly' 40 Years Remaster) for about seven minutes. I'm quite sure it isn't normally that long. It kept playing the same section over and over again. I've had to turn it off because it's driving me up the wall. Which wall I can't say, but it's maddening.
The first time I ever listened to Rick Wakeman's 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth', I remember, was spoiled by the same issue. I'll just have to persuade Dad to get me a new one. It's crazy how important having a stereo has become to me. And I haven't really been able to enjoy my newer CDs because of this problem.
Tonight's plan, then. A healthy supper of oats, then I'll prepare a flask of strong coffee. I'll sink into that mindset of 'I don't care what I write or how crap it is, as long as it's written' and i'll enjoy a couple of CDs. Some biscuits would be lovely, as well. Then, I shall write six pages!
I've finished reading 'Kafka on the Shore', and while I liked it, I felt that the whole thing was a little detached in its style. I'd like to think that something was lost in translation. I couldn't really connect to Kafka, the novel's protagonist, though I must admit I really liked Nakata. The book was interesting enough, though, as I managed to finish it, and I sense I might like it more if I re-read it.
This, of course, means I have to pick another book to read. I'm thinking Joe Boyd's 'White Bicycles', his autobiographical tale of the 1960's music scene; how it rose, peaked and fell, how it resonated and how some of its biggest stars were affected by the lifestyle of the era. I could go for a good non-fiction right now, plus it could give me some valuable insight for the musical aspects of 'Lazuli'.
Smiller's party was two days ago; the TV/Film themed one, anyway. I didn't go to the GaGa themed one - parties traditionally leave me crippled for three days so two in a row would have been pushing it a bit. I managed to finish my hat (le joys!) and my costume was as follows...
- Aforementioned hat.
- "Swiss cheese" armwarmers in pink + black stripes.
- Burgundy floral shirt with frilly cuffs + collar.
- Flared jeans shortened by four inches.
- Floral waistcoat in pale greens + pinks.
- Green patterned shoes.
The party itself was good. A lot of laughs, and I only got tipsy! The night at Sian's afterwards wasn't bad, either! We had to talk some sense into an increasingly miserable friend on the way home, though, which was hard - and a pretty intense moment. There were a few tears. He's convinced himself that people don't care and recently he's had suicidal thoughts. This scares the kidneys out of me. Life is a brilliant thing; a once-only thing; something to be marvelled at and enjoyed. That someone could so easily throw it away baffles me.
So, I've had my typical post-party wooziness, but it hasn't been so bad. I just have to soldier on until I get my mental clarity and strength back. Give it a day or so and I'll be good.
I heard today, via. Twitter, that Zurie has conjunctivitis. This means she can't read, and that must be driving her crazy. I've never had it before, but it sounds painful. I know that in her position I'd be freaking out. Eyes are pretty, but anything involving eyes and pain/medical stuff in the same context... eurgh. I couldn't tolerate it. I'm funny about eyes.
Get well soon, Zurie! You - Books = Does Not Compute!
My stereo is definitely on its way out. It's sticking horribly. I've just been listening to Procol Harum's 'The Gospel According To...' (which appears as a bonus track on their 'Shine on Brightly' 40 Years Remaster) for about seven minutes. I'm quite sure it isn't normally that long. It kept playing the same section over and over again. I've had to turn it off because it's driving me up the wall. Which wall I can't say, but it's maddening.
The first time I ever listened to Rick Wakeman's 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth', I remember, was spoiled by the same issue. I'll just have to persuade Dad to get me a new one. It's crazy how important having a stereo has become to me. And I haven't really been able to enjoy my newer CDs because of this problem.
Tonight's plan, then. A healthy supper of oats, then I'll prepare a flask of strong coffee. I'll sink into that mindset of 'I don't care what I write or how crap it is, as long as it's written' and i'll enjoy a couple of CDs. Some biscuits would be lovely, as well. Then, I shall write six pages!
I've finished reading 'Kafka on the Shore', and while I liked it, I felt that the whole thing was a little detached in its style. I'd like to think that something was lost in translation. I couldn't really connect to Kafka, the novel's protagonist, though I must admit I really liked Nakata. The book was interesting enough, though, as I managed to finish it, and I sense I might like it more if I re-read it.
This, of course, means I have to pick another book to read. I'm thinking Joe Boyd's 'White Bicycles', his autobiographical tale of the 1960's music scene; how it rose, peaked and fell, how it resonated and how some of its biggest stars were affected by the lifestyle of the era. I could go for a good non-fiction right now, plus it could give me some valuable insight for the musical aspects of 'Lazuli'.