Damaris

In the form of the guy stamping hands at the club we went to tonight, who was like Jack Fairy only with zombie make up. Not that he's *my* new toy - naturally I didn't speak to him or anything - but the idea of him has followed me home, I shall be writing about him, and he may develop into a proper character. Hurrah.
Other than that? A fantastic night with lovely people, a chance to talk to stonehan and catch up with ajva, lots of silly dancing, cuddling with spikeylady...all good. All very good.

Very tired now, though. I suspect I'll be doing a lot of nothing tomorrow.

E.
x

The things some people do. The things some people take for granted. The things I bizarrely find attractive. People sicken me. Never mind.

I am unbelievably tired, so that might explain my susceptibility to feelings of disappointment in the human race. I also may still be thinking of the goths from Friday night. Clearly my ambition is to have white makeup melting all over my bedsheets...oh, but that's no real surprise, is it? Heh.

Mneh. I'm going to go hit pixel monsters with invisible swords. It generally makes me feel better, anyway.

E.
x