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The Post-London Write-Up
Mar. 2nd, 2009 07:17 pmUurrrrrrrrggghhh, I do not want to be back at work.
I've had a Post-Squee Hangover for the last 24 hours and to say it's not fun would be the understatement of the century, though I had, at least, forgotten how marvellous Proper Squee really is. If parts of this entry seem a bit cynical, you can blame the slump which comes after an adrenaline rush, because I'm feeling sort of apathetic and despondent this morning. Hopefully this too shall pass, but right now I can't be arsed trying to be chipper, and anyway I need to save my energy for the (hopefully) more exciting part of this entry later on.
(Be warned in advance, it's going to be long.)
I am still putting off updating about last Friday (20th Feb) for reasons I don't want to go into, other than that I don't want to think about the issues which got dredged up and quite frankly don't feel that inclined to share them with people who more than likely don't care. I took a bunch of people off my Close / Personal filter recently (mostly deleted or defunct journals, if I'm honest) and that would be the filter I'd post it under, and then I'd get annoyed at not getting any comments. I am a self-fulfilling prophesy of the absolute worst kind and I shan't tempt fate. Anyway, that sort of thing is what my offline journal is for, where I don't expect any kind of response.
Anyway, here's a write-up of the past weekend; in case you didn't notice, I was in London.
( Friday )
( Saturday, Part 1 )
And on that note, if you don't want to read my squeeful and probably not even remotely coherent ramblings on the performance of Sunset Boulevard, you should ignore the next entry entirely... :P
I'm posting this bit now because I have this horrible suspicion that the SB-related bit will kill LJ's character limit, so I shall put it in a post on its own...
So, watch this space.
I've had a Post-Squee Hangover for the last 24 hours and to say it's not fun would be the understatement of the century, though I had, at least, forgotten how marvellous Proper Squee really is. If parts of this entry seem a bit cynical, you can blame the slump which comes after an adrenaline rush, because I'm feeling sort of apathetic and despondent this morning. Hopefully this too shall pass, but right now I can't be arsed trying to be chipper, and anyway I need to save my energy for the (hopefully) more exciting part of this entry later on.
(Be warned in advance, it's going to be long.)
I am still putting off updating about last Friday (20th Feb) for reasons I don't want to go into, other than that I don't want to think about the issues which got dredged up and quite frankly don't feel that inclined to share them with people who more than likely don't care. I took a bunch of people off my Close / Personal filter recently (mostly deleted or defunct journals, if I'm honest) and that would be the filter I'd post it under, and then I'd get annoyed at not getting any comments. I am a self-fulfilling prophesy of the absolute worst kind and I shan't tempt fate. Anyway, that sort of thing is what my offline journal is for, where I don't expect any kind of response.
Anyway, here's a write-up of the past weekend; in case you didn't notice, I was in London.
( Friday )
( Saturday, Part 1 )
And on that note, if you don't want to read my squeeful and probably not even remotely coherent ramblings on the performance of Sunset Boulevard, you should ignore the next entry entirely... :P
I'm posting this bit now because I have this horrible suspicion that the SB-related bit will kill LJ's character limit, so I shall put it in a post on its own...
So, watch this space.
