cheerful
arkady and I wandered into on our way through Soho today during what was an absolutely lovely afternoon - great to spend time with her again, and talk properly about stuff. I've had a good day despite the day star, which burns.I feel like writing something deeply pretentious and arty myself at the moment, but it'd be too obvious, and by virtue of being obvious, also too tacky. Instead I'll look forward to B-Movie tomorrow night and quietly think up arty sentences in my own head and not write them down. Or stick them in The Book instead and pretend they're things my protagonist wrote about his guitarist('s haircut).
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