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[nartthefart]

This weekend I spent a lot of time sitting on Alex's roof, which always makes me feel cooler than I am, but I read Jean Rhys and I listened to Beirut and there was sunshine. We played a horrible gig in Liverpool on Sunday; Liverpool is a complete cesspit,  it is one neverending hen night,  I do not understand it.  It will certainly never be on my Places to Move to list (which so far reads, Manchester, ?London, ?York, ?Shrewsbury, ?San Fransisco, ?Norway).  I saw Andrew again and I did not fall in love with him!  Things are okay/terrible/fantastic (as usual); the sun has gone back in (as usual); we've had the first of the lambs born at home (all stillborn though. yay?) which means I suppose that Spring has sprung. I may go back to Cleobury and sit in fields soon if I am wanted and can stave off these mild feelings of rejection and uncertainty. Lalalalalalalala.  I can say with complete certainty that this is not a healthy partnership; but then again, would I be enjoying it so much if it were.  There are no birds in our garden today.

I bought my Latitude tickets :D
Also! Efterklang, ngggggggggggggggggggggggggg.

I need to find a way to not work every day for the rest of my life.