A sparsely-updated blog by a crazy woman with bad taste in almost everything.
It’s been fun, since Saturday, waiting for people to finish The Book That Shall Not Be Named so that we could huddle in dark corners to discuss it without hysterical accusations of spoiling. I even set up an IRC channel on intersocs, and people have been dribbling in, saying “I can’t believe it’s over” and then leaving.
In a bizarre turn-up for the books, it’s raining again. I’ve never been particularly bothered by the lack of summery weather before, but there’s something so depressing about the almost inevitable fact that everything this summer is going to get rained out and ruined.
Gin and Tonics in the Locke Bar on a Tuesday, whatever the reason, are a bloody good idea. I’m a fan, so long as there’s someone there to drive me home. I’m not sure when I went from thinking that Gin and Tonic was a crazy cat lady drink to thinking that there’s nothing quite so refreshing as a G&T with a wedge of lime, and wouldn’t be lovely to have a little house for myself, and a kitten or two to keep me company. But here I am, Cat-Lady-in-penury, with no…
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