Nov 08, 2006 00:40
I don’t ever remember being so busy. I feel like if I stop and think about everything I have to do in the next two weeks my head might implode. So constant movement is key. Or Rachmaninoff Vodka and Coke.
Currently writing the two most important essays I will (hopefully) ever write. One is super. One is pish. I really believe I have migratory dyslexia - yesterday I was on fire, today I was inventing words (categoristics?).
Had a sparkling weekend firepoi-ing and bongo-ing under a bridge with my bro and co. My brother lives in his own bubble and it’s entertaining to pop in for a visit once in a while.
First meeting of the Teviot Redevelopment Committee tomorrow - I’m full of fundraising ideas involving swinging speakeasies, sixties valentines love-ins and futuristic masquerade balls. Definitely getting a lot carried away. Goodo.
For those of you kicking about the Burgh come see ‘The Accidental Death of an Anarchist’ in the Teviot Underground (Nov 20th-23rd) Set and Costumes a la Me and Frumple. Just now it can safely be described as a fiasco but I’m hopeful we will have it under control by opening night. Either way it’ll be a hoot.
Life is rather join-the-dots-y of late. So I’ll leave you to connect them as you please. Let me know what pretty pictures arise. I’d like to think it’d be a lion or a dragon. Something tells me it’ll be more molluscesque.
Toot toot.
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