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delgathat new florence album!! oh boy.
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i don’t know that i’m doing that much better but i started telling people irl that i am feeling low and. idk. does that help? it’s not a method i’ve ever used. much like my anxiety, i only ever bring it up after the fact. my cousin asked me how i was on friday and i just couldn’t muster up a lie. yesterday i met with another cousin and if she hadn’t suggested doing that i would have stayed in the flat all day until i was due to go to the theatre. i wrote some letters the other day - national writing day in the uk! - and one was to my best friend, and that turned into going to visit her today. i’m going to head out in a couple of hours, spend the day with her, then come back in the evening.
it’s a beautiful day. i hate being sad in the summer.
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sea wall at the old vic was fantastic, and ruined by people not silencing their fucking phones. it’s a 45 minutes continuous monologue that somehow seamlessly cuts back and forth between context and climax, and i wish everyone’s phones had been confiscated because it was a performance predicated on tension. it reminded me very much of girls & boys which i saw at royal court earlier this year. i can see a comparison of the two being a good lit exam essay.
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i’m going to try and knit a couple more rows of this cardigan before i head out today. i have my window open because it’s hot but the woman in the flat downstairs is definitely indian and definitely about to start cooking, so i’ll have to close the window if i don’t want everything in my room to smell. (i am indian; i have to seal everything up when i cook too.)
yesterday morning someone was cooking bacon and i had to close the window then too. it’s the one true downside of this room, but otherwise the flat stays fairly cool. we had a bird get in last week, but even that found its way out.
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remind me to do a book ‘review’ post. i’ve got through a few this year.
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i don’t know that i’m doing that much better but i started telling people irl that i am feeling low and. idk. does that help? it’s not a method i’ve ever used. much like my anxiety, i only ever bring it up after the fact. my cousin asked me how i was on friday and i just couldn’t muster up a lie. yesterday i met with another cousin and if she hadn’t suggested doing that i would have stayed in the flat all day until i was due to go to the theatre. i wrote some letters the other day - national writing day in the uk! - and one was to my best friend, and that turned into going to visit her today. i’m going to head out in a couple of hours, spend the day with her, then come back in the evening.
it’s a beautiful day. i hate being sad in the summer.
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sea wall at the old vic was fantastic, and ruined by people not silencing their fucking phones. it’s a 45 minutes continuous monologue that somehow seamlessly cuts back and forth between context and climax, and i wish everyone’s phones had been confiscated because it was a performance predicated on tension. it reminded me very much of girls & boys which i saw at royal court earlier this year. i can see a comparison of the two being a good lit exam essay.
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i’m going to try and knit a couple more rows of this cardigan before i head out today. i have my window open because it’s hot but the woman in the flat downstairs is definitely indian and definitely about to start cooking, so i’ll have to close the window if i don’t want everything in my room to smell. (i am indian; i have to seal everything up when i cook too.)
yesterday morning someone was cooking bacon and i had to close the window then too. it’s the one true downside of this room, but otherwise the flat stays fairly cool. we had a bird get in last week, but even that found its way out.
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remind me to do a book ‘review’ post. i’ve got through a few this year.
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Date: 2018-07-06 12:35 am (UTC)