Perhaps, #WSHOL
Worked all day Friday, then all night Friday (8-bit was on, Kirsty and Rachael came to visit which was lovely - nobody ever comes to visit me), then, having missed #WSHOM, went to Oj's flat for the after. L was there, we spoke, drank some rum, I got sad. So I got tanked. I went to sleep for a while. When I woke up he had gone. Had a little chat with Oj and decided that drinking some more was a good idea - this was incorrect. Long story short, behaved very badly (see also, RC), taps aff-ed in my dress (cut about in my pants for a while, very clever) and went straight to Broadcast without a proper sleep (an hour or so on the sofa). Work was, obviously, dire.
Seen C every day this week, and Sunday. Had a fight about it last night when he told me he thought we were seeing too much of each other - which may be the case, but the real reason he didn't want to come over was that he has a proposal to write for today. Which I didn't object to, so it was an unnecessary card to pull. I also worry we are seeing too much of each other. Don't need to remind me. Apart from that yesterday was grand - was out of the office for much of the day so I saw sun. After work cooked food in the park with C and G, went to a poetry thing where I developed a major white-wine headache and got sleepy/cranky at speed. Fell asleep with my clothes on.
I keep singing this early-2000s emo-ish song. It's in a whingey upper register and reminds me of being 14. It goes:
and all our sins come back to haunt us in the end,
to hang around and tap us on the shoulder,
smile silent, it's all implied -
you'll die trying to live this down.
You might as well forget it.
I'm not sure what to make of it.
Seen C every day this week, and Sunday. Had a fight about it last night when he told me he thought we were seeing too much of each other - which may be the case, but the real reason he didn't want to come over was that he has a proposal to write for today. Which I didn't object to, so it was an unnecessary card to pull. I also worry we are seeing too much of each other. Don't need to remind me. Apart from that yesterday was grand - was out of the office for much of the day so I saw sun. After work cooked food in the park with C and G, went to a poetry thing where I developed a major white-wine headache and got sleepy/cranky at speed. Fell asleep with my clothes on.
I keep singing this early-2000s emo-ish song. It's in a whingey upper register and reminds me of being 14. It goes:
and all our sins come back to haunt us in the end,
to hang around and tap us on the shoulder,
smile silent, it's all implied -
you'll die trying to live this down.
You might as well forget it.
I'm not sure what to make of it.