“He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.”Hello beloveds,
This is quite possibly the last blog I post from my family home. It's 6am and I can't sleep. Stupid phone alarm. Went to bed at 12, midnight, so I can expect an interesting time at work today...my poor stupid brain appears to be saying to itself 'you're young, you're strong, you can take it. Look, you're not tired now'!
So perplexed. Haven't been thinking about moving much. I mean, I think about the logistics of it every day, but the not-living-with-my-family-whom-I-love-and-adore part... well, I just haven't been letting myself wander down those paths. Now suddenly I feel frightened and sad - what if I end up isolated; stranded alone in my room, becoming some sort of hermit, lonely and miserable..? What if my awesome family moves on and develops their culture until I'm totally foreign to all the jokes and lovingness? Argh! Be praying, dear ones, be praying that my sanity won't crack uder such a load as this.
Super hyper excited about the possibility of perhaps doing 'The Importance Of Being Earnest'. I adore Oscar Wilde's wit and awesomeness.
Oh, and here's some more Jeeves & Wooster happiness. I'd love to see Hugh Laurie dancing like that in House...
"Wilfred Allsop was sitting up, his face pale, his eyes glassy, his hair disordered. He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron..."
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