Spent a glorious weekend outside the constraints of 'things to do'.
Lived the entirety of Saturday in pyjamas (I did change pyjamas at about 7pm) reading magazines on our sun-soaked balcony pretending I could see my tomato plants grow before my very eyes. Listened to night-time FBi radio: my favourite program 'Square' presented by Jonathon Valenzuela, followed by 'Love', the new love request program where they played my request for Fiona Apple's 'Tymps (sick in the head)'.
Sunday morning was much like Saturday, lolling about in the sun, reading, then tidied my room a bit so Sir could vacuum (she only seems to do this once a quarter despite the fact that I clean the bathroom once a fortnight and they were supposed to be our equivalent tasks).
Of course I couldn't do anything peaceful while she was vacuuming so I went down to Grumpy Baker with my laptop and wrote for 90 minutes while slurping up some soup, tea and coffee. Managed to produce a chapter, which will be one of the last before I finish my novel, yay for that!
Not much to say about last week because I was working so solidly. Had a contact get annoyed at me for something my boss didn't do but I made a Call and smoothed it over and then my boss did the same today.
On Friday went to see 'Sin for Breakfast', a burlesque show, at The Vanguard, supported by Erin Black and the Pageturners. Pageturners were really good, would like to catch them again sometime.
'Sin' was highly entertaining and colourful and innovative, I would even say. Jo (who'd invited me) is across the burlesque scene and said it was a really good show. Ah, women taking their clothes off in new and elaborate ways.
Also had some guy chat me up while I was there, only I didn't realise he was chatting me up until later, when he was chatting up another chick with the same sort of lines and Jo said "Do you know that guy?" "No." "Ooooooh." Maybe this is why I'm single, can't even tell when someone's chatting me up.
All right, I have a novel to write.
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