Little Things

So, I went out last weekend. And it was a whole lot of fun and got a bit messy. Ok, it did get really messy, but in an entirely good way. I didn't get laid, but I had an awesome time hanging out with my friends, got loads of cuddles and accidentally managed to get insanely stoned. Well, maybe not that accidentally, I did eat the weed brownies after all, I just didn't expect them to be that strong. Cue epic trashedness and subsequently a rather scenic trip home (I thought I'd sobered up, turned out I was wrong). Good times, anyway.

Unsurprisingly, this week was a bit slow, but not as bad as expected. I'm being insanely good this weekend, mainly because nothing's happening anywhere. There may be shenanigans next week, so I'm saving my energy.

Writing's still going slow and it's still driving me mad. If there's a way to induce a manic episode I haven't found it yet, which is woeful. I get the occasional glimpse of greatness, thoughts flowing like they used to, and then it stops again. The words come out all wrong, even though the movie in my head is there. Not sure how people ever manage to write books, but maybe they don't have my head. Ok, they most certainly don't have my head because otherwise there would be a lot more well written pornography around.

It's 3 weeks to The Used and Warped, and currently it looks like that weekend will be made even sweeter by a friend from Canada coming to visit. And then I'm going to Germany to see The Used AGAIN and then winter's coming and we're all doomed.

I need a holiday.