Fun day yesterday, party, excitement, banter, skirts, wrestling, pomegranete fights, slightly uncomfortable people not sure how to deal with a guy in a skirt. Party slowly getting much better than expected.
Problematics though. No writing. Bad, should’ve written something. Tension/Arguments. People in slightly narky moods. Friends in states. Not all pleasant.
And then I get a call from my recent infatuation, who’s at a different party far too drunk and wasted and in need of help. I go meet her, she stays over. Nice cuddle, lovely morning, silly chat and fun.
But yeah, nothing’s going to happen. It’s official (as official as these things can be). No relationship in the offing. Not even a let’s see what happens.
Fair enough. But now I’m depressed and I’ve got to write about seven thousand words today to get anywhere like on target. I think my heart is falling out.
I really need to learn not to fall for the one’s I know won’t work. I hurt lots.
But yeah, the problem with the writing is that now that my drama has started, I need to think about where this leads.
I’ll work something out.
Sorry for the rollercoaster of mundanity around here lately. I’m sure I’ll say something interesting one day.
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