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Beer? Beer.
Sep. 26th, 2003 01:14 amAll newish livejournals must be broken in with the traditional drunken post. So here's one now. Yaaaah.
Am eating home made strawberry ice cream. Home made strawberry ice cream is the bomb. I just used the phrase "the bomb".
I went with Owen this evening to see Woyzeck. Woyzeck is a german play, directed in this instance by none other than Tessa Lunney (woot!) which contains a number of twisted characters dancing their darkly comic way around the protagonist on the way to a tragic conclusion. In other words, it is The Sort Of Thing I Like.
Afterwards we went to the Nag's head, where fermented vegetable matter was imbibed and we met many beautiful people, a lot of them involved in some way with the play. Lotsa fun.
I am wearing a jumper lent me by Owen, which has a pocket in the arm, and much fun has been made of this, but it is warm and I am appreciative. Cheers Owen.
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This novel thing is giving me the shits. I spent something like an hour yesterday staring at a blank page. I have in my head a cast of characters and bag o' plots, but it's all sort of floating in a vacumn. I don't know where to set my story. I've got no idea. Fuck.
Am eating home made strawberry ice cream. Home made strawberry ice cream is the bomb. I just used the phrase "the bomb".
I went with Owen this evening to see Woyzeck. Woyzeck is a german play, directed in this instance by none other than Tessa Lunney (woot!) which contains a number of twisted characters dancing their darkly comic way around the protagonist on the way to a tragic conclusion. In other words, it is The Sort Of Thing I Like.
Afterwards we went to the Nag's head, where fermented vegetable matter was imbibed and we met many beautiful people, a lot of them involved in some way with the play. Lotsa fun.
I am wearing a jumper lent me by Owen, which has a pocket in the arm, and much fun has been made of this, but it is warm and I am appreciative. Cheers Owen.
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This novel thing is giving me the shits. I spent something like an hour yesterday staring at a blank page. I have in my head a cast of characters and bag o' plots, but it's all sort of floating in a vacumn. I don't know where to set my story. I've got no idea. Fuck.
