January 15th, 2004

Emily Strange

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Happy Birthday, katyha! Hugs and sparkles and hope to see you at the weekend.

Last night was spent holding spikeylady as close as I possibly could and gossiping a lot; this morning is spent reflecting that to be as subtle as a brick is for some people not just an effort but a far-distant goal. Sigh. Humans.

Also, members of my family appear to have discovered Joel Veitch. I now have the fear.

I think it might be going to be another of those days...one in which I also try to convince myself that running up to Cambridge on Tuesday night for The Calling, and then accompanying ghoti back to London, is not, in fact, as viable or good an idea as it seems...

E.
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  • Current Music
    Nothing right now.
(I've tried patience)

Meep.

Just dragged myself kicking and screaming - almost literally - out of a panic attack so I can go to my singing lesson, which is not the thing I'm panicking about and thus doesn't deserve to be interrupted by me being a hopeless idiot. The course, on the other hand...who knows? I could go, and stand there paralysed like an insecure petrified lemon, or I could not go and get into trouble, or...no, that's about it. Panic, panic panic panic. Panic.

Meep. Oh well, have to go now anyway. But, but, eek. ~sigh~

E.
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  • Current Music
    Still the Ozrics. It was Manuskript for a while though.