Got up at 7.30. Went to the gym with Lindsay and proceeded to have a fight on the way back about how often he thought I should be going to the gym vs how often I thought I should be going to the gym, which ended in an RJDr solution - IE, I agreed with him ("if you're so in control, Derek, show it by practicing a little moderation") and will now ( Read more... )

Saturday I did ALL THE THINGS. Well, almost all. I set out to do a proper bathroom workout before going to the gym, but this did not happen as urgh ugh no no and also uh...
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Things Done This Week, for my own reference, because I will have forgotten by the end of the week ( Read more... )

poetry

urban planning & the enclosure act
bath salts

weds: visited douglas @ his residential thingamy.
thurs: dinner with lanyon incl. first ever funnel cake
fri: antony's book signing followed by drinks
sat: opus anglicanum exhibition, walk through hyde park, accidental poetry book purchase, drinks for detitmas, brief period of dancing at g-a-y which is ( Read more... )

I'd write up Saturday but then I'd have to remember everything I said and did and I'm already embarrassed (why did past me think three bottles of wine was an acceptable amount of wine to drink, why do I not have a built-in limit like a normal person, why did I humour the astrology nut, why am I incapable of not making an ass of myself, why do I ( Read more... )

Mother of fuck, I thought I'd been updating this thing. OKAY ( Read more... )

FRIDAY: Went to watch Ghostwatch at Susanne's with Susanne, Holly, and Chris (Team Very Big Nerds About Many Things), and occasionally the dog, who is very small and bossy but probably not a nerd. Despite a Significant Pizza Delay making me grumpy as all hell from hunger, a good time; Ghostwatch (utterly silly, oh God how stupid are the British ( Read more... )

Yesterday: Went to the cafe in the old public toilets to meet Budgie, who was delighted by the location and then GRIEVOUSLY INSULTED ME by describing The Renaka Device as "Hemmingwayesque", which is clearly the nastiest thing anyone has said since the influx of people consistently saying my poetry reminded them of Eliot finally dried up. But I had ( Read more... )

Finally left the gruesome prison of my flat and immediately felt better (no shit); trudging around St James' Park in the dark trying to find a bin; successfully acquiring one of the Christmas presents I need to get (I also need to remember to adopt a beehive for my grandmother and find something for Linds and everything on top of that will, as ( Read more... )

In that I was meant to go to fireworks tonight with Alex M but cannot because I had to write first, and writing went on rather later than it usually does (I've only just sent it out at 6.20pm) because I didn't get up until about 1pm, because I didn't go to BED until 3.45am ( Read more... )