I've met two guys recently-ish who I've surprised myself by having 'feelings' for, because, as I kept repeating to myself, they're really quite a long way from being my type.
Really quite a very long way from it.
Except that this morning, I was going through my bag of photographs and whilst sorting through them, one of my characters picked up a bunch of photos of my beloved god-cousin Owen and said "Um, you might want to have a look at these..."
Oh, yeah. I have two types, don't I?
"For you were all together,
And I out here alone;
Even Summer nights are cold
When you're on your own..."
But really, I mean, honestly.
~sigh~ I think I need a perspective check on this one; I'm going out to see some real friends who actually want me around. God forbid.
Ye gods, I hope you're satisfied, woman.
It's all gone a bit mad over here in the world of me.
I will, however, still be going to Cambridge tomorrow evening and I seriously hope I'll see some of you there...
...if some of you can persuade certain people to go I shall bounce, a lot...
I'm really, really shattered, but I've got some kind of bizarre momentum going that's keeping me upright. Heigh, and indeed ho.
I love you all.