PIVOT!
I spent Saturday evening/night/morning in London with a bunch of beautiful people who I love very dearly, consuming a rather large amount of alcohol. I then spent all this afternoon snuggled on red_scully's sofa, recovering from my hangover, talking knitting and hamsters and other vitally important things, and watching Friends. I love my friends, I love that they let me crash on their floor whenever I feel London Calling, I love that they buy mushrooms so my veggie self can have sandwiches in the morning too, whilst everyone eats bacon. I love that they find my drunken laughing-so-hard-I-can-no-longer-breath amusing not irritating. I love that they cuddle me lots and understand me and I really love that they let me drink all their tea and lounge in their flats all afternoon, when all they really want to do is sleep.
I'm now home, in my lovely little flat, with my lovely little snuggly babies, feeling slightly more alive after having a bath, and whilst I don't really want to get up for work in the morning, I don't mind all that much because I actually like my job. I'm dirt poor, I am woefully unfit, and most of the people I love live miles and miles away from me. But actually? None of these things are insurmountable. I really love my life an epic amount right now, and I am a very, very lucky little Sam.
PS - When I restored my firefox session after turning on my computer today, it loaded up a knitting pattern I'm working on, a conversation with a friend about how tragic it is that she got to hug Misha Collins this weekend and I didn't, and the fic I'm in the middle of reading, right on the paragraph involving very rough, explicit gay sex. What even is my life and why is it so brilliant?
I'm now home, in my lovely little flat, with my lovely little snuggly babies, feeling slightly more alive after having a bath, and whilst I don't really want to get up for work in the morning, I don't mind all that much because I actually like my job. I'm dirt poor, I am woefully unfit, and most of the people I love live miles and miles away from me. But actually? None of these things are insurmountable. I really love my life an epic amount right now, and I am a very, very lucky little Sam.
PS - When I restored my firefox session after turning on my computer today, it loaded up a knitting pattern I'm working on, a conversation with a friend about how tragic it is that she got to hug Misha Collins this weekend and I didn't, and the fic I'm in the middle of reading, right on the paragraph involving very rough, explicit gay sex. What even is my life and why is it so brilliant?