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what i did on my livejournal holiday
Nov. 5th, 2007 11:00 pmthe updating of this journal has been interrupted while Banui has a completely unexpected social life. regular broadcasting will recommence shortly.
which is to say, gorblimey, I am dead tired, which is to be expected when one is up until three watching period films and playing parlour games which involve sticking bits of paper to one's forehead with names written on them and attempting to guess the names. this whole "social life" thing, verily it be a strange beast.
-- actually, looking just now, I only posted three entries the entire month of October, which has a lot more to do with feeling badly than it does with feeling good. I'm feeling good today -- well, I was this morning; now I am tired and cross and had a nasty mishap with the internet cord, and GOOD LORD BANUI WHY ARE YOU NOT ASLEEP ALREADY ANYWAY. sigh. I wanted to tell you lot about how I've been doing better than usual, but that would not be terribly truthful. I feel a lot more -- unstable -- than I have; more volatile and awkward, like a key jammed into the wrong lock.
but then -- it's so beautiful to be normal for a night. (if by "normal" one means "making firefly jokes and discussing moustaches and waltzing round the parlour", and I suppose I do.) though I am also beginning to recognise one or two of the merits of being asleep.
which is to say, gorblimey, I am dead tired, which is to be expected when one is up until three watching period films and playing parlour games which involve sticking bits of paper to one's forehead with names written on them and attempting to guess the names. this whole "social life" thing, verily it be a strange beast.
-- actually, looking just now, I only posted three entries the entire month of October, which has a lot more to do with feeling badly than it does with feeling good. I'm feeling good today -- well, I was this morning; now I am tired and cross and had a nasty mishap with the internet cord, and GOOD LORD BANUI WHY ARE YOU NOT ASLEEP ALREADY ANYWAY. sigh. I wanted to tell you lot about how I've been doing better than usual, but that would not be terribly truthful. I feel a lot more -- unstable -- than I have; more volatile and awkward, like a key jammed into the wrong lock.
but then -- it's so beautiful to be normal for a night. (if by "normal" one means "making firefly jokes and discussing moustaches and waltzing round the parlour", and I suppose I do.) though I am also beginning to recognise one or two of the merits of being asleep.
