All Hallow’s Eve baby! I’m told I’m going out someplace or other. Not sure I want to. I’ve been out the last good few nights and really I wouldn’t mind just curling up with my Buffy DVDs. I’ve had about six minutes’ sleep the last few nights, because it’s been so cold, and because I leave my homework to the last minute like an eejit. At least I’ll look appropriately frightening I guess.
My parents were here visiting since Friday, they just left today. I think they liked it. We had fun over the few days anyway. They brought me Proper Chocolate and Ali Smith short stories.
Did something very silly today: clomped my foot down in wet cement. My black Converse are a dark shade of grey now. They’ll probably never recover. I’m just back from town. Once again I’ve chosen music over food or clothing. So now I have new Damien Rice, Neutral Milk Hotel and Sinead O’Connor.
Handed up short story #2. An Irish American melodrama this. I got such positive response to the Irishness of my last story that I’m afraid I quite hammed it up this time. Begorrah.
Oh yes, and … YAY RED SOX!!!
