Life, But Not As I Know It
I spent today at my parents' house, alternating between sofas, researching, and trying to be creative. Edinburgh Fringe Festival has drained me dry of any desire to be human. It has also partially sapped my energy for TV and comedy and any combination thereof. I will get my mojo back I'm sure, but I just feel if Edinburgh represents even 10% of the people involved then perhaps I am not one of them and I should turn to a more suitable career: Librarian or key stage 2 science teacher?
This misanthropy and self hate may of course be derived simply from staying up until 5am every night for 2 weeks.
Tonight's Eastenders was an incredibly accurate depiction of a typical British Bank Holiday. Dull, dull and sex in a caravan.
Today's fail: staying up very late last night because I kept thinking the hatstand in the guest room was an intruder. Sorted this around 4am by removing the hat from the the uppermost branches and poking the coats with a convenient umbrella. Slept peacefully, dreaming of cults.