Friday, December 23, 2005

My god Japan are fantastic. A week of listening to nothing but Duran Duran, and that's the conclusion I've come to.

Not that Duran Duran are not, in and of themselves, fantastic. It's just that I'm through with being surprised by how fantastic the Durans are, whereas I don't listen to Japan nearly as much as they deserve.

It's been a funny old week. A combination of the Duran Duran gig on Sunday night and the lack of classes & fixed RVR nights (term has finished and the gank group has logged off for christmas) has kicked me into that zone where, having spent too much time alone, obsessing about things, you feel like you have a bubble of something fizzy growing in your head and you don't know what to do about it. I have written some on the novel. I've put on a lot of eyeliner. I feel like I'm about to fly apart, and it's the most wierdly wonderful feeling. I don't want the bubble to burst, I don't want it to collapse back in on itself and leave me tired (what usually happens) I just want to stay, perfectly balanced, surface tension keeping me taut and shining, fragile as a breath.

Well, we'll see. We're off to Putters tomorrow to see the family for a week, and it will be difficult to hold onto any non-familyxmashurrahcake state of mind. Thank heavens for iPods and having an excuse to be anti-social. Yay novel!

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