April 28th, 2003

(I've tried patience)

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Woke up fine, if a little confused by my life's single recurring dream theme throwing some very odd things at me.

Came online.

Now I just want to hide under the duvet, so that is what I will be doing. I have to work later but that's ok, it doesn't involve anyone I love and it can't hurt me.

Can't quite cope with any more stress just this minute, so will hide in cowardly fashion instead and then very probably despise myself for it, but oh well.

*And* it looks like either Vince isn't DJing at The Calling tomorrow, which would be bad, or Scylla isn't, which would be nearly as bad, or zotz isn't, which would top both of those in badness. (To say nothing of the fact that whoever it is is being replaced by Loki, whose DJing I can't stand, but that's just personal preference.)

What I want, what I really want, is an e-mail saying "Come out and play tonight, I want to hurt you." But he's almost certainly not reading this and anyway, he's all talk and no action, right? Heh.

~curls up and hides~

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  • Current Music
    A song that turned up in my dream.
(I've tried patience)

Bounce?

I'm very very vaguely debating going to Electric Dreams tonight, synthpop possibly being a cure for my moping. I don't suppose there's anyone out there who'd be able to accompany me?

Every time I go to the website and read their setlists it seems ever more extraordinary that I don't just live there. ~s~ I actually wept at this one.
Crockett's Theme! Don't Mess With Doctor Dream! European Son! I Feel Love! New Moon On Monday! Pop Muzik! The Freeze! Obsession! A Clockwork Orange Theme! Emerge! Hong Kong Garden! Breath Of Life! Love Never Dies! Europa And The Pirate Twins!
Squeak.

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  • Current Music
    'Planet Earth (live)', Duran Duran.
I can fly!

In which I jinx things.

Today at work a lady commented to me "I hope you have plenty of St John's Ambulancemen handy for all us old people!" I laughed and said that I'd never seen anything bad happen.
So naturally, halfway through, someone collapsed. Poetic justice would have made it the lady who originally talked to me, but actually it wasn't. No real harm done though, just a fainting fit brought on by wearing a thick brown overcoat in a warm concert hall.

On a pleasanter note, I seem to have jinxed myself, too. It's always frightfully embarrassing when you accuse someone of not reading your journal, go away and come back to find they've added you to their friends list. My mistake, sir. ~s~ (Mind you, half the people whose friends lists I'm on don't read my journal, but that's not the point.)

Oh, and leafing through Opera magazine at work I discovered that Covent Garden is putting on Don Giovanni in September, with Nuccia Focile (one of my idols), Ian Bostridge and Gerald Finley (two good friends and rather attractive men). I may just have to squeak at my mother, I want very much to go.

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  • Current Music
    'Oxyacetylene', Cubanate (I think?)
(I've tried patience)

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Right then - to the Dev for a few hours, and thence to Electric Dreams. Company and good music may just be the cure for the blues. Let's hope...

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