Today I was attacked by my own bedroom.

Sometimes I have these really stupid impulsive ideas. At about eleven thirty tonight, the stupid idea was: My glasses have been missing for a couple of weeks. I am sure they slipped into the terrible jungle that is under-the-bed and I will find them in two minutes if I actually look instead of shoving my hand ( Read more... )

It is after midnight and I am giddy with that giddy feeling one gets when one suddenly discovers that one is not quite as miserable as one spent much of the day being. What does this inspire me to do? Why, blather on about my NaNo, of course! (What ought I to call it now, anyway? Any work I do from here on after will not be NaNoage as such, but ' ( Read more... )

Right, so, four in the morning tomorrow -- today, really -- Dad and I are going to get into the van and drive for quite a while until we reach New York and the Grey Fox Bluegrass Festival and I will sleep most of the way and will likely remember nothing. Sometime around eleven we shall arrive and pitch our tent and hope that we don't end up with a ( Read more... )

I don't know what it was, really: some change in the colour-scheme, some brightening or dimming of the lights, but suddenly and astonishingly Christmas spirit burst into me like flame igniting wax. Despite last night's Omen Of Deep And Profound Ill--the Christmas tree toppled over at two thirty in the morning, with one ornament fatality and several ( Read more... )

I. So, lady_moriel and I were on the phone until twelve-thirty last night, which was basically The Best Thing Ever, except I woke my mum up because I was shut up in my closet for no good reason. (It's kind of cosy in there. Besides, Remus lives there. With his random piles of Time and various newspapers and books he keeps nicking off my shelves, and our ( Read more... )

Invest in Malden!!

Er...in other news, today was completely rotten, I was irrationally emotional over irrational things, a frantic cycling through the rain and crazy Saturday drivers proved fruitless, and things were generally a wash, except that I did see Master & Commander tonight, and Monty Python's Flying Circus. ♥ (And blimey, I forgot how ( Read more... )

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BURMA!

Am back, and tireder than I can remember being. Blimey, am I ever tired. I think I may have had four or five hours of sleep today, and that counts sleeping on the aeroplane and the car from Pittsburgh to my town. (Yes, I just typed 'aeroplane'. Deal with it.) I smell of sweat and sunscreen, and I have more songs stuck in my head than usual, thanks ( Read more... )

Dear Muse,

I'm really very sorry about ignoring you. I am sorry for refusing to let you have any of my cookies. I am extremely sorry for siccing the cat on you when you tried to jostle me awake at two in the morning with one of your propositions. Even if the cat didn't actually do anything but sit limply on your stomach. Which is about all he's ever ( Read more... )