I’ve got way too much on my plate at the moment. It’s this social life I seem to have suddenly aquired, it’s going to be the death of me, I swear. A quick glance at my calendar, and I seem to have Friday night free (potentially), except I’m making Tapas for Saturday night, so I guess a bit of preparation may be in order. Sunday is clear, I see. Good. It’s staying that way (if the world knocks, let it know I’ll be unavailable for comments until Monday morning). The following weeks all seem pretty much packed already. In fact, the first week with nothing planned is the one starting 14 July. And I am not the sort of person who plans stuff ahead of time, so this really is extreme.
In the meantime, half a minute of relaxation reading the daily Pondus:
(“I wish I could talk, then I could explain everything.” “I was insane at the moment of action.”)
Voice in my head: Macy Gray – Relating to a Psychopath