{ hate on me, hater. }

It's my day off! I'm going to watch Criminal Minds and then read this hefty tome. Excellent times!

I did have to email into work this morning, though, because I forgot to forward my phone. Fuck yes, I am conscientious.

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I am wearing one of my new Threadless hoodies. I haven't owned a hoodie in years and now I have three. It is huge and so comfortable, my gosh. Witness! My favourite thing about it is that it's 100% cotton and also enormous. AWESOME.

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This weekend I need to buy shoes because I can't wear my (dead) ones to Newcastle on Monday. I saw a tunic/dress in M&S yesterday and promptly fell in love. I am a huge fan of Autograph anyway but sometimes they make non-dowdy things that I can actually wear. It's pretty evening wear that actually covers my front, back AND my arms which is an extreme rarity. Plus: sequins! Fuck yeah. (No link because the M&S picture does it NO justice. What an ugly ad campaign, ugh.)

Also, UKers! Have you discovered ShopStyle UK yet? Because it is a truly wondrous place. You can browse all the stores in one place and then click what you like to go direct to the appropriate website. Plus, the scroll-over gives you info like other colours and sizes available, and sometimes what materials the clothes are made from. For someone like me, this is a freaking godsend. I also happened to fall in love with some winterwear that I will NEVER BE ABLE TO PURCHASE because most of it is polycotton/polyester blend and hates my skin. Epic sadface, guys.

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Went out with xanitia last night and had an ab fab time. She reminded me of a conversation we had when we were 14:

@xanitia I have a cyclops.
@delga That's Greek.
@xanitia Mine's orange.
@delga ...Greek is not a colour!

For the life of me I can't remember what we were talking about, but it doesn't sound like we were on the same page back then anyway.

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But, yes, I need to buy some shoes, preferably some durable boots that I can also wear to work. The ones I bought from Clarks last year were great but as with every pair of boots I have ever owned, the heels died an early death. Something about the way that I walk? Anyway. I need new ones. And possibly something to wear out on Monday night. And then a hangover cure for Wednesday. True story.

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So, I've been watching Glee, by which I mean, I watch and then skip anything that I find even remotely annoying. Which is a lot. I like the music, production and all, and I was hugely amused by the ( whoops! spoiler )

stuff this week (um, I am apparently all up in that now?) and I love me some Jane Lynch. But, ugh, so much of the plot is ~troublesome~ to me. I hate the whole of Schuh's story that doesn't involve the kids or Sue Sylvester. I hate most of the primary cast when they're not singing. And I listen to most of the soundtrack whilst I'm at work. So. There's that.

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So, this thing happened on BBC Question Time last night and I didn't watch (I never do) and I also haven't chased commentary on it. But I feel like I fell on the other side of the debate to most people. So that was awkward.

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Things that are GREAT: Spooks is back next week! Yuletide is upcoming! I have a lot of leave scheduled! I am probably going to buy shoes this weekend! AWESOME TIMES, GUYS.

{ I have distinctly middle-class problems, I am aware of this. }

HMMMMM.

So, Chris Pureka is the supporting act for Catherine Feeny in London on Dec 2nd. It's £11 for a ticket and I could spend the night at my gran's, then commute to Cambridge from London the next day. This is totally doable! And I've listened to a couple of Feeny's tracks and she sounds pleasant enough. But. Should I? Is this altogether TOO frivolous? Pureka NEVER tours in the UK so it would be rather great, not to mention awesome to not have to pay for accommodation (which is what I'd have to do if I went to Norwich instead) but the train fare to and from London is extortionate (two singles = ~£24 which, um, no thanks). BUT IT IS PUREKA.

Hmmmmm.

Plus, Regina Spektor is playing in London on that Friday which T is still dithering about attending. If that IS a go, then it's too much to spend in one week. BUT GUYS IT IS CHRIS PUREKA. Ngggggh.

Sigh. This is the wrong time of year for this stuff.

{ Anis Mojgani: Cradle. }

Cradle
by Anis Mojgani

Set the warriors to sea in a ship stacked with shields, layers of swords, mountains of gold. Lay them out with their wife. With their child. Lay them out with their livestock, with the whole farm. The rain is not coming here. Not today. For today the gods welcome one of their own back home. So set the hero out on the soft waves that will carry him to the other side of the pink ether where he will float on fire until the ash consumes him like the mighty warrior he once was and like the legend he will become. The flames will dance over his possessions, his goblets and arrows, his blankets, his paintings, his passions. The flames will dance across his flesh like the soft fingers of the soft lover he left, and as he sleeps this last sleep, the fires will eat him away, the heat will write his skin across the night sky to join the constellations that will guide the sailors at storm, the herders lost in the clouds, they will all come home by facing the direction his eyes are facing. The heavens are filled with smoke. This is history this is legend this is what we once were. Where the stories come from, what we are. When you fall in battle, they will take your body with the life you made in this world and set it off to sail behind you into the next, so that you will stay a king, remain forever the golden being you breathed as on this side of the mountain. When you pass, may your life follow you like a shadow into the light. When I go, bury me with nothing but my own skin. I spent far too many days trying to outrun this thing called mine, so if I set myself into your arms would you hold me like the earth, quietly? I am yours. Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth. I’m just looking for a quiet place that I could die inside of.