I dunno what to say here, though I feel I should say something. I’m listening to hokey music-fake celtic stuff. I’ve just changed what I’m listening to and now it’s vibrant Vanessa Mae, the punky-rockstar electric violinist. I feel the steady building of what I call the “Christmas Awareness”, which is when people go “oh shite, I’ve a million million things to do and no time to plan it/think it through/work it properly.” And they run around like stressed out headless chickens, gabbling at every little detail.
They’ve put some cheery lights on the lampposts in the Inner Harbour, and it feels festive even though there is no snow, only massive amounts of rain like what pours down in movies. Big fat wet hair-plastering drops, very moody and romantic. We tried to use the cheesy lines the other day but we just like wandering in the rain too much to make it corny. I’ve discovered a hole in the sole of my shoe, but I have lots of socks, so I’m staving off the wet feet that way, plus I have a nice new pink umbrella, so I’ve mostly been keeping dry.
Moving next week, I think it will be a good area to move to, and there’s not really so much to move, so it will be easy.
…I still feel at a loose end, and I have things to do so I’m not sure why. I think I need to get back into the arts and theatre somehow. I find it very so sustaining. It slakes my thirsty soul.
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