Blah.
I am sitting around feeling apathetic and blah, which I have been mostly doing all day. The slightest bit more of this blah sitting around and I'm going to tip right over into self-pity land, and believe me - nobody wants that! But if I stand any chance of avoiding this I have to go and clean the kitchen or at least do the washing up which is waiting for me, adding to my blahness with its mere existence. I must do this now. I must also put the internet away. I already did this once, but I then got it out again.
I am a silly creature.
Out in the dark and the rain they are setting up for the fireworks and playing loud thumping annoying music over the sound system. Bastards. I wonder what the Mansion ghosts think of this nonsense, sniffling to themselves in the panelled corridors. Old men in portraits hunch themselves irritably, trying to turn their canvases to the walls. The Victorian Woman passes through a closed door, murmuring, "Adventures in Space is the theme this year, apparently... whatever next?" But the Laughing Maid just smiles, and peers expectantly through the raindropped window -- her favourite was the year they did Bond and had a helicopter. Behind her, the children shriek silently and run up and down and up and down the stairs.
I am a silly creature.
Out in the dark and the rain they are setting up for the fireworks and playing loud thumping annoying music over the sound system. Bastards. I wonder what the Mansion ghosts think of this nonsense, sniffling to themselves in the panelled corridors. Old men in portraits hunch themselves irritably, trying to turn their canvases to the walls. The Victorian Woman passes through a closed door, murmuring, "Adventures in Space is the theme this year, apparently... whatever next?" But the Laughing Maid just smiles, and peers expectantly through the raindropped window -- her favourite was the year they did Bond and had a helicopter. Behind her, the children shriek silently and run up and down and up and down the stairs.