did did you did you hear the falling bombs

Today has been a good day. A lot of this has been down to the ‘compulsory lie-in’ that Mum’s begun to enforce for Saturdays - not a thing I’m complaining about, as you might guess. I normally feel a bit guilty for sleeping until lunchtime, but now that she’s actually forcing me to (for fear that I don’t get enough rest during the week) anysuch guilt is happily gone.

I was up for lunch, though. I have Standards. (Not entirely dressed, mind, but I maintain there’s nothing wrong with keeping a pajama top on, providing that it’s covered by a jumper.)

I like the fact that some parts of my day I can’t even recall especially what was done, or what was said. A lot of things seem to be getting comfortabler and comfortabler. I think town basically involved snarkiness in Smith’s about organisers, another trip to Peacock’s to examine the nonexistant nice grey jeans of nonexistance, takeaway hot chocolate (taken away to St Helen’s church graveyard - good plan that), more photos taken in Wilcox’s, and an amusingly cold picnic up by the leisure centre after buying cake from Somerfield’s. There was swingings, too, but sadly the swings’ chains are now slightly smaller for me than they were ten years ago, and have bruised my behind. But a worthy sacrifice, I thought.

This evening, it was established that:

1. hot chocolate made from chocolate is gorgeous, provided that you have a very high tolerance for sweet, sickly drinks. (I do.)
2. Labyrinth is… absolutely fantastic.
3. David Bowie wears thermal underwear!
4. slime is not always bad.
5. Pink Floyd is really rather omgsqueecool.
6. evenings are far too short.

I’m focussing very much on the general doings, and not on the particulars. Yes. The particulars are mine, and I’m very grateful for them. Tomorrow, I need to do Aristophanes. And coursework.

There’s this ‘meme’ I’ve been doing privately, in a file on my desktop. I add comments to it every now and then; things I’d like to say to people but don’t. Usually when I do it I write lots, as there’s things I need to just… get out of myself. Usually when I read them back I can tell it’s because I was feeling bitter, or scared, or just confused. But tonight there was only one, and it was only five words. And it wasn’t any of those.