sheldrake

I'm obsessively tagging all my old journal entries, and I'm up to November 2003. It reminded me that LJ exists, so I thought I'd come here and post. And then I remembered that I've got to get ready to go to work now. :(

Remember in my last post when I said I'd come back tomorrow but you might have moved in time like the fireplace in Doctor Who? That's what happened.

Bye! I'll come back tomorrow.

I haven't updated for just over a month. That is just... oh dear, it's... well, it's just over a month.

And... actually I think I'm going away again now. I'll come back tomorrow, I promise! (Except I'll probably find by that time you've moved and it's the middle of summer or something. You're like the 18th Century in the Doctor Who episode The Girl in the Fireplace. You're exactly like that. Don't try to deny it, you know you are!)

Ok, bye.

Things that are not good: Sweeping out a recently-emptied cupboard (at 10 at night), only to discover that at some time you spilt a fair bit of chilli powder in there. *koff* *splutter*.

I'm exhausted and I haven't even started moving yet. That, my friends, is for the morrow. The internets go away tomorrow too, and one never quite knows when they'll be back, does one? *tears out hair, rends garments*

I will see you all again one day, and bore you with pictures of the new house. xx

Half the flist is coming my way to frolic about at Latitude, so in a fit of contrariness, I'm going camping in Sussex.

Look, I'm fully aware that no one will notice me being away for the weekend, but I'll notice! What if I'm urgently needed to respond to a meme, for instance? What (horror of horrors!) if someone should take it into their heads to do one of those "comment here within 24rs to remain friended" things? And I'm not here??? Hmm... Come to think of it, I tend to ignore those anyway, just as a matter of principle. Except for the times I don't.

Well, anyway. I'm going to Sussex, bye! I shall leave you with the news that 'experts' have linked UFO sightings over Ipswich with alien interest in global warming. You gotta love those experts, don't you?

I'm going to Dorset for the weekend, maybe forever omg! But in reality for the weekend.

Not that this will make the slightest bit of difference to anyone, seeing as I have apparently watched too much of BBC4's Sacred Music series and entered a period of monastic silence.

Anyway -- laters, friends.

Hello! Here is a post I wrote mostly the day before yesterday.

Last weekend, lobelia321 and I went to a writing workshop in Cambridge, run by the writer AL Kennedy (who, by the way, is not at all scary but very nice and friendly). It was a two and a half hour session, but I would have loved it to have gone on for a lot longer. She spent the first half talking about things, many of which penetrated my thick skull and were helpful. She does stand-up comedy sometimes, which you could kind of tell -- it was that sort of performance. Before we started, I overheard one of the other participants talking to her about Eddie Izzard, and there was a definite similarity there, I thought. We had a ten minute break, during which we met some slightly strange people. Then we did some exercises during which we had to ask each other questions and reply in the voices of our characters, which was very much fun. Then I had to run away and catch my train. On the way home I felt all energised and stuff, and had lots of ideas, and came to a conclusion about the novel I'm not writing, which was that I ought to be not writing a different one.

The other day on the bus the window I was sitting next to had quite a lot of water in it. Seriously. It was acutally inside the window, and it sloshed up and down like waves as the bus moved. It was like the bus had been made partly out of fish tank - old, neglected fish tank full of algae.

I am moving TOMORROW omg! I am off to live in a flat near the park with some actual rooms in it. I have been quite annoying and mood-swingy, because I get stressed and am liable to panic, but am really perfectly ok. My interwebs are not being connected until Tuesday afternoon, so we shall be forced to be apart for a short time. Do try not to pine too much. When I am properly installed I will surely take pictures of my new abode and maybe the street and the park and probably some random pigeons and stuff, and post them here (if I can muster up the energy). After that you can all come and visit me and take tea, subject to approval of your application form.

I shall now sign off.

GOODBYE!

PS. I AM TOTALLY NOT NEARLY PACKED ALL MY STUFF IS STILL EVERYWHERE STOP HAVE RUN OUT OF BOXES STOP SEND HELP STOP

I'm going to live in a shed on a mountain, where I will live on grass and rainwater. I intend to spend my time picking splinters of wood off the walls and, when I'm really bored, stamping.

I'm leaving LJ and fandom and I'm going to Dorset and I'm not coming back until Sunday evening EVER!!

Be sure not to do anything interesting until I come back ever again. Ta.

I'm off to Cornwall for a week with lazlet and lapin_agile. Hooray! Apart from anything else, I'll be shot of this place for a whole WEEK! I am almost foaming at the mouth! Am insanely cheerful today, working very, very hard and efficiently, and the SUN is SHINING and CAPS and stuff.

However, I must implore you. PLEASE, I beg of you, do not do anything interesting while I'm away. And if you do, lie, and say you didn't. Particularly, if you could refrain from posting fabulous fic and so on. Basically just be really, really boring. Thanks, I do appreciate it.

I sincerely doubt you'll notice any difference, seeing as I'm so rubbish at posting generally, but I'm rather ashamed to say that this will be the first time in several years I haven't at least attempted to read my entire flist. I have not knowingly missed anything, well ... pretty much ever. YES I KNOW IT'S INSANE. With any luck, I'll be too busy having fun to notice the terrible withdrawal symptoms.

See yaz.

*goes away and un-capslocks*