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Pulled myself out of that mire. Sorry about the miserable posts. At least for a couple of days I'm calm and sort of positive. Anup's show is just about within budget - just - and I am hoping that the Dutch funder of my Alternative News Agency project hasn't suddenly gone cold on the whole idea as she's been wooing this project for a month now. (it's such a great fun activist critical project. Seriously. it has to happen). Other work things are on the scale of v worrying to flashing red alert, but I'm almost used to it.
Mohammed has taken a serious turn for the maudlin himself. I looked up his star sign and oh my god, he is such a Cancerian. I mean I know it's all bollocks, but he's still such a cancerian. Look up 'cancer and gemini' and you've just seen our friendship described in the last few weeks. He's suuuuper devoted, and lovely and fun, and still tells me he's in love with me like, once a day (which? hey, I can live with, I'm a gemini) - but lately he's gone all miserable, and that makes me sad, but it's about such stupid things like being worried that I'm losing interest in him, and he gets crazy jealous of any man in my life, which is a terrible self-fulfilling prophecy as there's only so many times I can josh him out of his moods. I think there's only room for one moody bastard in our friendship.
I was horribly ill this week with Cairo Belly and he came round and nursed me so beautifully while I nattered on about Hornblower to him.
I went round last night and we finally played Rock Band on his Wii, and actually I hated it - I never hated doing something so much in my life. Sitting there with a toy with buttons hitting them in the right time to make Kids In America play right - I dunno, it's just a stupid game, I know you're supposed to let go and be juvenile, but I felt this massive overwhelming revulsion. I'm now convinced Rock Band is for perverts.
Pulled myself out of that mire. Sorry about the miserable posts. At least for a couple of days I'm calm and sort of positive. Anup's show is just about within budget - just - and I am hoping that the Dutch funder of my Alternative News Agency project hasn't suddenly gone cold on the whole idea as she's been wooing this project for a month now. (it's such a great fun activist critical project. Seriously. it has to happen). Other work things are on the scale of v worrying to flashing red alert, but I'm almost used to it.
Mohammed has taken a serious turn for the maudlin himself. I looked up his star sign and oh my god, he is such a Cancerian. I mean I know it's all bollocks, but he's still such a cancerian. Look up 'cancer and gemini' and you've just seen our friendship described in the last few weeks. He's suuuuper devoted, and lovely and fun, and still tells me he's in love with me like, once a day (which? hey, I can live with, I'm a gemini) - but lately he's gone all miserable, and that makes me sad, but it's about such stupid things like being worried that I'm losing interest in him, and he gets crazy jealous of any man in my life, which is a terrible self-fulfilling prophecy as there's only so many times I can josh him out of his moods. I think there's only room for one moody bastard in our friendship.
I was horribly ill this week with Cairo Belly and he came round and nursed me so beautifully while I nattered on about Hornblower to him.
I went round last night and we finally played Rock Band on his Wii, and actually I hated it - I never hated doing something so much in my life. Sitting there with a toy with buttons hitting them in the right time to make Kids In America play right - I dunno, it's just a stupid game, I know you're supposed to let go and be juvenile, but I felt this massive overwhelming revulsion. I'm now convinced Rock Band is for perverts.