dead now
On saturday I went to Camden with Ginnie and Jez. I almost got my lip pierced but decided it was probably just a whim and wouldn't make me any happier, so was therefore a waste. Also it might interfere with my being a Sunday Gentleman, which would be very bad. I shall think more on such things.
Today Greenwich market was perused and afterwards all my things were brought back to the flat. There were parcels on my bed which I don't really know what to do about. This evening there was shopping in Asda at 1am and ranting about zombies and threatening Jez with severe violence anytime he looked like he might eat my brain. Due to a good deal of sleep deprivation my neurons have alternated between hopelessly tired and neurotic, and slightly manic. Which must have been fun for everyone else =P
Tomorrow I must collect things from the Post Office and sort my meager Winterfest offerings. Must also do mundane things such as laundry and the washing of corvid. It would be good if one could have a shower or a bath and wash other things off/away above and beyond the normal grub and muscle ache. I would like to shower off half a stone in weight, my tiredness, quite a bit of various emotions I could do without, my current over-fondness for alcohol, some of my scars, the inability for my feathers to grow long, the pointless shade of blue from my eyes, my stupidity, fear, laziness and reliance on reality... the list could go on. Damn, that would be such a worthwhile sort of bath time.
I have too many small tasks to do, I'm sure I will forget many of them. Wah. I am also tired of looking like me and in fact behaving like me. It seems whilst being on one's own is lonely, it gives one wonderous license Not to Give a Damn; you may pretend you're someone else and no one's around to gainsay you. feh.
My eyes hurt. i think most of me hurts actually. i'm typing pointless wibble. I really am very tired.
Today Greenwich market was perused and afterwards all my things were brought back to the flat. There were parcels on my bed which I don't really know what to do about. This evening there was shopping in Asda at 1am and ranting about zombies and threatening Jez with severe violence anytime he looked like he might eat my brain. Due to a good deal of sleep deprivation my neurons have alternated between hopelessly tired and neurotic, and slightly manic. Which must have been fun for everyone else =P
Tomorrow I must collect things from the Post Office and sort my meager Winterfest offerings. Must also do mundane things such as laundry and the washing of corvid. It would be good if one could have a shower or a bath and wash other things off/away above and beyond the normal grub and muscle ache. I would like to shower off half a stone in weight, my tiredness, quite a bit of various emotions I could do without, my current over-fondness for alcohol, some of my scars, the inability for my feathers to grow long, the pointless shade of blue from my eyes, my stupidity, fear, laziness and reliance on reality... the list could go on. Damn, that would be such a worthwhile sort of bath time.
I have too many small tasks to do, I'm sure I will forget many of them. Wah. I am also tired of looking like me and in fact behaving like me. It seems whilst being on one's own is lonely, it gives one wonderous license Not to Give a Damn; you may pretend you're someone else and no one's around to gainsay you. feh.
My eyes hurt. i think most of me hurts actually. i'm typing pointless wibble. I really am very tired.