And I saw sparks...
I feel like I am slowly being submerged under a pile of books, big words and pieces of paper. Copeably so, though; they're not very heavy bits of paper.
My paris and menorca pictures are so great. I love photographs; I can just instantly be vaulted back into our bar with Thierry and a massive sunset cocktail with sparkly bits and crazy colours, or into the caves with a snakes of light above my head and a dark expanse of sea below me. But, you know, schools ok too.
Weird that you feel you owe me something, now. A chat tomorrow about something that never made it anyway. Funny funny. Sarcasm that shoots past you-"Won't you're girlfriend mind?" Really, do I give a shit?
I am in a weird place at the moment. My room is weird, and all my clothes feel like someone elses clothes. But Graveney is still quite fun really, coz you can just walk around for ages in the wrong direction, through the wrong doors with no purpose but that of walking around, really, and nobody minds...except Mr Spratt.
I never meant to cause you trouble....
My filofax came today. It is quite possibly the most fun thing I have ever owned because I can open it and suddenly feel more important than I clinically should. Is that wrong?