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Today I spent a large portion of the day sleeping, as the novelty of slumber still hasn't worn off.
I did not realise how tired my body was until I came here and stopped having to do a zillion things and suddently it felt like my every sinew and muscle ached, but I feel better now a bath and a sleep later.
I started off the morning with a near adventure by tripping and falling against a glass display cabinet, managing to catch myself at the last minute to prevent myself going headfirst through the glass. Instead I just smashed my knee and my toe (nothing broken, just mangled) and the dog showed her commiserations by wagging her tail and chewing on my hand.
The snow is lovely, crisp and deep, and away from the city streets it is still inviting and white.
We went out for drinks and I met friends of friends, and then we walked back home along the near silent city streets and the crescent moon followed me home.
I love the city by night, its particular quiet. I feel relatively safe since I live centrally and the streets are fairly well lit, and their emptiness is strangely inviting. It is almost as though each night the city sheds its skin and turns into another place altogether, quiet and pensive and mysterious where the moonlit snow and the tall quiet trees beckon like gateways of another world.
The announced appearance of tjej, miss_newham and mzdt is causing much stir and excitement and people are already planning to take them to places of terrible music as a cultural experience. It really is something that has to be experienced, however briefly, and as a bonus there should also be there a congregation of many bleached blonde women with silicone-enhanced breasts and ludicrously short skirts (like Newcastle only with nicer accents, and prettier people). Although having said this Yug women seem to have a remarkable natural beauty and an even more remarkable ability to ruin it with application of makeup (since most seem to belong to the Jodie Marsh school of slap).
Really, why a blonde pale skinned person would want to apply lipstick which makes them look like a corpse is beyond me. Or perhaps I'm missing something, and Necrophilia Chic is the new black.
I did not realise how tired my body was until I came here and stopped having to do a zillion things and suddently it felt like my every sinew and muscle ached, but I feel better now a bath and a sleep later.
I started off the morning with a near adventure by tripping and falling against a glass display cabinet, managing to catch myself at the last minute to prevent myself going headfirst through the glass. Instead I just smashed my knee and my toe (nothing broken, just mangled) and the dog showed her commiserations by wagging her tail and chewing on my hand.
The snow is lovely, crisp and deep, and away from the city streets it is still inviting and white.
We went out for drinks and I met friends of friends, and then we walked back home along the near silent city streets and the crescent moon followed me home.
I love the city by night, its particular quiet. I feel relatively safe since I live centrally and the streets are fairly well lit, and their emptiness is strangely inviting. It is almost as though each night the city sheds its skin and turns into another place altogether, quiet and pensive and mysterious where the moonlit snow and the tall quiet trees beckon like gateways of another world.
The announced appearance of tjej, miss_newham and mzdt is causing much stir and excitement and people are already planning to take them to places of terrible music as a cultural experience. It really is something that has to be experienced, however briefly, and as a bonus there should also be there a congregation of many bleached blonde women with silicone-enhanced breasts and ludicrously short skirts (like Newcastle only with nicer accents, and prettier people). Although having said this Yug women seem to have a remarkable natural beauty and an even more remarkable ability to ruin it with application of makeup (since most seem to belong to the Jodie Marsh school of slap).
Really, why a blonde pale skinned person would want to apply lipstick which makes them look like a corpse is beyond me. Or perhaps I'm missing something, and Necrophilia Chic is the new black.