How old is L in ox-years?
Jan. 26th, 2009 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis is the Year of the Ox. I ought to be eating dumplings and soup, but I am not; any more than I am partying tomorrow with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moshui on the occasion of his novel. It's all failure, the second and third failed parties of the year; but not all entirely my own. A man cannot organise parties - for himself or other people - without his essential database of contacts (nope: computer still not fixed); and while friends have quite reasonably suggested smaller gets-together, trips out and suchlike, they have made these suggestions while I was face-down in finishing a book. Which is not conducive to organising anything at all.
So nope, nothing organised. Tonight I am sitting at home and frying rice; tomorrow I am having skin-tests for allergies and going to see Don John in the evening. That's plenty. (I am slightly anxious that I might be avoiding the whole walking-home-in-the-dark thing, since the late unpleasantness; so far since I have stayed over/accepted a lift home/not gone out. But it's too early to identify a pattern, so that's okay.)
Now I am going to sit in my big comfy reading chair which doesn't have either a box or a cat (or both) in it for once, and read about the Victorians and what they did for us.
moshui on the occasion of his novel. It's all failure, the second and third failed parties of the year; but not all entirely my own. A man cannot organise parties - for himself or other people - without his essential database of contacts (nope: computer still not fixed); and while friends have quite reasonably suggested smaller gets-together, trips out and suchlike, they have made these suggestions while I was face-down in finishing a book. Which is not conducive to organising anything at all.So nope, nothing organised. Tonight I am sitting at home and frying rice; tomorrow I am having skin-tests for allergies and going to see Don John in the evening. That's plenty. (I am slightly anxious that I might be avoiding the whole walking-home-in-the-dark thing, since the late unpleasantness; so far since I have stayed over/accepted a lift home/not gone out. But it's too early to identify a pattern, so that's okay.)
Now I am going to sit in my big comfy reading chair which doesn't have either a box or a cat (or both) in it for once, and read about the Victorians and what they did for us.