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Semi-Twee End of Easter Holiday Post
Apr. 17th, 2006 11:06 amWhere did the four-day weekend go? Last day -- today -- is up against the wall.
Kevin & I had the apartment to ourselves. I pressure-cooked black beans last night to the sound of ABBA Gold. It put me in a panicky need for Muriel's Wedding (which we sadly don't own on DVD). I chopped pork sausages and boiled them with the beans. I fried onions with rice. I bought a 2-litre bottle of Coke and it's almost gone (the bottle of Vodka which had been forgotten on top of the fridge has also been terminated.)
Sometimes I do LJ, sometimes I read Connelly's The Black Ice, sometimes I play Gamecube (my Animal Crossing town is about to cross the planet and land in California, thus it needed tending), sometimes I watch DVDs we rented from the library, sometimes I freewrite in my notebook because I'm inspired by Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones. The only thing missing this holiday was a drawn out bath.
Yesterday, I went downtown in the hopes of buying all the remaining items needed for my brasilian expedition. Almost all the shops were closed yet Oxford Street had a steady stream of people walking up and down it. I think people just needed to get out for exercise. I walked past![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
delomelas and chobiraptor on the Bakerloo Tube platform; I was too shy to stop and say hello.
I love reading old short stories of mine, forgotten inside a diskette or a cupboard, and realizing that those phrases came out of my head. I want to convince Kevin that it's a good idea to leave the apartment today and walk to Regent's Park. I might have to bribe him with chocolate.
Kevin & I had the apartment to ourselves. I pressure-cooked black beans last night to the sound of ABBA Gold. It put me in a panicky need for Muriel's Wedding (which we sadly don't own on DVD). I chopped pork sausages and boiled them with the beans. I fried onions with rice. I bought a 2-litre bottle of Coke and it's almost gone (the bottle of Vodka which had been forgotten on top of the fridge has also been terminated.)
Sometimes I do LJ, sometimes I read Connelly's The Black Ice, sometimes I play Gamecube (my Animal Crossing town is about to cross the planet and land in California, thus it needed tending), sometimes I watch DVDs we rented from the library, sometimes I freewrite in my notebook because I'm inspired by Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones. The only thing missing this holiday was a drawn out bath.
Yesterday, I went downtown in the hopes of buying all the remaining items needed for my brasilian expedition. Almost all the shops were closed yet Oxford Street had a steady stream of people walking up and down it. I think people just needed to get out for exercise. I walked past
delomelas and chobiraptor on the Bakerloo Tube platform; I was too shy to stop and say hello.I love reading old short stories of mine, forgotten inside a diskette or a cupboard, and realizing that those phrases came out of my head. I want to convince Kevin that it's a good idea to leave the apartment today and walk to Regent's Park. I might have to bribe him with chocolate.
