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dennyd apparently turned up mostly to see it ~g~. I got stroked by Vince and he danced with me and I chatted with melston and he put Bad and Wrong pictures in my mind and I danced in the shiny boots of doom and had fun, mostly. I say 'mostly' because I have a nasty bruise coming up on my left hand where I slammed it into a wall; the result of the disproving of the theory - absurd, obviously - that someone who is supposedly a friend would want to talk to me if they happened to be in the same place as me. What was I thinking? So when they left without even saying goodbye I decided it would be a good idea to hit the wall. Ow.Wednesday was spent with
duncanneko (fluff, mew, fluff, repeat) and then with rathenar. I knew it would be a good thing to talk with her and indeed, it was. Is. I'll be back soon. ~smile~ Trailing vampires, no doubt...I am excruciatingly tired, but never mind. Still don't know if I'm going to
dennyd's tonight (text me, dear?) and with the other brain I'm talking to Poppy Z Brite's Ghost (not her ghost, her character Ghost - read the books) because rathenar lent me 'Swamp Foetus' and apart from the title it's one of the best books I've ever read. Ghost wants to write something, so I may have to let him. Hmm. Characters. ~shakes head~Oh, and. When I got there and saw you I could have sworn I saw in your eyes that you'd read what I wrote and you *knew*. But you didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything - *again* - and it's too late, really. But my heart is cracking every time I hear your name now; I think it will honestly break a little. Please...if you know. Say now.
Anyway, I must try and get organised and attempt to tidy this place so the cleaner doesn't have a fit tomorrow morning. Ahem. ~looks around the house~ I wish my characters liked housework.
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