About:

TK. Overeducated and shambolic writerling desperately trying to repackage teenage angst for the cloistered elite.

I also cook occasionally.

Saturday, 17 July 2010

It's slightly alarming how the theme song of my day can swing from Billie Holiday's Gloomy Sunday to Natalie Cole's This Will Be on the strength of a mug of hot chocolate and a phone call.

Okay, so it was mostly the phone call.

Vis a vis my life, I'm bemoaning my lack of a gaming computer and wondering about driving lessons. Neither seems fiscally viable, but as someone once told me "If you really need it, you'll find the money,"

I need to play City of Heroes. Could poss not eat for a while? Starving to death though, might provide PvP opponents with the upper hand. Woe is me, huh?

Ah, it's no good, I can't get back to feeling melancholy. Perhaps it's the weather? Meteorologists, perhaps you should start researching the theory that rainfall is directly proportionate to the amount of angst in the atmosphere.

Oh wait, that's called SAD.

Shhh, silly people, and have a nice weekend.