not canon precisely

Having one of those Can't sleep, Don't want to sleep, Fuck, What am I doing I should be sleeping moments for no reason whatsoever. Would also like to repeat curses over and over, because I keep having the urge to say incredibly crass things for no damned reason. Maybe I'm really twelve.

Anthony showed up at 2am, because apparently before I got off work there was a little party at our place. A friend of a friend has an Academy copy of The Two Towers and I missed it! Damn. Well. Anthony showed me the kick ass, amazing game he is beta testing for, which requires a machine light years beyond mine. So I won't get to play unless I freak out an buy a new computer. Which hopefully will not happen. I'm attached to this machine and I don't want to transfer. Though I do want a wireless card, and I need to figure out exactly what kind will do for a Fujitsu Lifebook C Series 6581. Bueller?

Tori Amos in about 16 or 17 hours. I think I even know how to get to the Backyard now as well. Our tickets have been burning a hole in my purse for a month now. Got paid today, always a relief and soon they will switch into a normal every other week schedule. Steady cash flow is a fine thing.

Full of impulses and have no idea where they are coming from. Well, some idea, but none of it is really clear. My past is bothering me more than my future these days, which is an odd feeling. But here I am anyways.

I should go to bed before I do anything more insane.

( Here be a wizard story, only if you like that sort of thing. )

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It's 7am and am I asleep?
Noooooooo.
Up all night having sex with Jude Law. Er, wishing I was having sex with Jude Law. Right. Anyways..... er. I should go to bed before I become naymore incoherent and insane.

God, life is so beautiful sometimes. Especially these mornings.

it's a beautiful day

Being that I am slightly mad perhaps I slept til three and missed four calls and two messages. I feel a bit bad about that, but it will be rectified tomorrow hopefully. Provided I am up and awake at noon.

But I slept peaceably, for eight long hours and dreamed in a way that was not myself. Woke up, so surprised to be alone in a room not my own. Because I really did think I was elsewhere.

Samantha wrote a fantastic piece on Russian Ark the ground breaking piece of cinema I'm just dying to see. This summer is the 300th birthday of St. Petersburg, city of ghosts and Imperial dreams, built on bones and blood and with a history as terrible and magnificent as any great city in history. I must thank Cate again soon for pointing out her journal to me, for I feel as if I have found a lovely soul to converse with. Plus, she's got me into the Stalinize Your Bathroom program.

Currently touching up the color in my hair, for the concert tonight and so that it looks its blue black best for New York. I just laughed out loud, because I can truthfully say I'm flying off to New York on a whim, to go to the theater and meet beautiful women. I have grand schemes to take one in paticular out for dinner somewhere. The thought amuses me more than you might realize, because I never expected living to feel so good.

Bought brand new pajams, and recievedd a book in the mail, Good Omens by Prachett and Gaiman. Thank you Dae, I love anyone who gives me books.

Almost time to go wash out my hair, and find things to wear for Tori Amos tonight.