October 6th, 2009

You must wake up

Poor little thing, the blackbird, wings in the water

Hi! God, look at it out there, it's grey and raining and October and that might mean I can actually start to communicate with the outside world again. Surely not! Anyway. Hello. I just know you want to know what I've been doing with myself.

Quick things first : one, I saw Boris getting very wet on his bike this morning, which amused me; two, I am ill, it's just a cold but it's infuriating; three, yesterday I unpacked all the Halloween tat I could find, bought some more at Sainsbury's, and decked my fireplace out for Halloween the way I've wanted to for. well. I don't even want to think about how long I've wanted to have a place of my own I could dress up in black and orange. There are candles and a pumpkin dish full of Halloween chocolate and all my autumn perfumes and my voodoo box and a cinnamon stick and I am very pleased, the end.

Eh, you know, I was going to write about how I'm in therapy again, and then I was going to write about how I went to meet Harry Potter fans over the weekend and failed completely at social interaction and had to run away (sorry guys, if you are reading this - you were lovely, I am useless), but I really don't think it's all that interesting to anyone. Oh, and I've been to Vagabonds again, which reminds me - does anyone know of a guy going around the goth scene who essentially thinks he's Draco Malfoy? My stalking skills aren't what they were - come on, London, I need your help.

Right. And now, work.

PS Troy Hart, by the way.