• Mood: disappointed
• Music: 'I Dream Of Wires', Gary Numan.

Meh.

Fairly good night at ED I guess. Got given the JuJu Babies album by Stix, which is a Very Good Thing. Danced. 'White China', Ultravox; 'Chorus', Erasure; things, and indeed stuff. Had a long chat with the guy Ian that I met last week - we have a stunning amount in common, it's quite frightening. Luckily he is gay as a goose and I don't fancy him, which means the conversations can carry on in a perfectly harmless way while we distract each other with images of knives and vampires. Yay.

But, y'know.
I guess I won't be going to Nottingham after all, it seems.
And I knew it, I knew it when I woke up this - yesterday - morning.
But frankly I'd be lying if I said that the disappointment didn't hurt like an absolute bastard right now.
Time for the good fairy to wave her wand and say "No, you shan't go to the ball - but you can see him [x] evening instead!". Please?
~waits~ ~sigh~ Thought not.
God. Damn. It. Hurts. Sleep, I suppose.

There is fire in the sky when I think of you; white-hot, like my skin at your touch.

And for the first time ever, I heard 'Just Like Heaven' by The Cure and found myself thinking of dennyd and not giolla.
Denny, I love you.

E.
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