Wednesday, January 04, 2006 spooky new year.I'm over at Jo's right now, and have been for the past two days. London is surprisingly not as cold as I had expected. But that's alright, it's still cold enough to justify the mountains of food which I've been systematically demolishing. Anyway, I'm not going to do the obligatory New Year post right now. A little freaked out. See, Vincent isn't home right now. And I felt something in my home. I don't know if I'm being oversensitive, or just plain paranoid, but I swear I wasn't alone in my Porchester Square apartment. Especially when I think I'm alone, or I'm trying to sleep in my bed. It's going to take too long to explain what I mean, but people-in-the-know would know what I'm talking about. I might blog properly about it next time, but there's something so concrete about typing it down, setting it in stone, as if words can breathe life and truth into what is happening, and it scares me that it might not be a figment of my overactive imagination. It probably isn't, but I'll just try not to think about it. I'm quite good at ignoring, forgetting and shutting things out (forgiving and forgetting are two different issues), much less this... minor inconvenience. Anyway, I'm not at home so I'm really away on MSN, so just leave me msgs. Hopefully my computer won't shut down before I get home within the next few days, and I'll get all of your messages intact. she procrastinated @ 01:57 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies oh come off it! previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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