in which gala disappears and reappears like a rabbit from a hat
The joys of living two doors from a library is that you can mooch of their free wifi in the early hours of the morning while sitting in an open window looking out over shambolic brick rooftops.
The world is just a little glorious.
My happiness is evident, a crazy intensity that creeps into my voice at all times, my brain firing constant inspiration and an inibility to sit still.
The new place is gorgeous. My housemate is gorgeous. We nest and buy quantities of food far beyond our means, have simultaneous videogame attack times and nail lots of things into the wall.
I am hooked on the bad crack that is Stephanie Meyer's sparklerific 'Twilight'. I feel my brain melting out my ears at every page turn and am loving it.
Last week was a flurry of visitors. Im trying to get some work done over the next few days, so am reflexively going quiet.
Everything works. It is a strange and loving sensation.
The world is just a little glorious.
My happiness is evident, a crazy intensity that creeps into my voice at all times, my brain firing constant inspiration and an inibility to sit still.
The new place is gorgeous. My housemate is gorgeous. We nest and buy quantities of food far beyond our means, have simultaneous videogame attack times and nail lots of things into the wall.
I am hooked on the bad crack that is Stephanie Meyer's sparklerific 'Twilight'. I feel my brain melting out my ears at every page turn and am loving it.
Last week was a flurry of visitors. Im trying to get some work done over the next few days, so am reflexively going quiet.
Everything works. It is a strange and loving sensation.