greetings from saarf-eeest

Am in London, taking Silicon Limey's place as oldest housemate in Deptford. not sure how long it's going to last, we shall see....

and then some...

Art shippers are either solid and reliable and super expensive, or inexpensive and finger-chewingly dodgy. I expected paintings Monday latest, more likely Friday, for a Wednesday gala, when do I get them? 3:15pm on Wednesday.

erg.

why decisions are so easy to make..

Other people make it easy. Today at terrible boring mercernary temp job, gah. nothing going on. somehow, overnight, I have decided that I will definitely seek a divorce. Witness this dialogue over dinner:

me: What's new?
him: Nothing. I told you about the presentation already. I'm tired.
me: What's on your agenda for the weekend?
him: Maybe some writing. nothing else.

Literally. Then dead silence.

Me: Why so quiet?
him: Why are you so quiet? you're not saying anything either. we don't have anything to say, we're tired.

I never shut up, even if I am tired, unless I am being shut down. And it seems like that's the case. No kiss, no hug, nothing before sleep. Am tired of being shut out.

off to glamorous benefit gala tonight. Off to chat up lots of people, may do some biz.

But he's making this too easy.

not another blog

Yep. It's true. Joining the ranks of virtual exhibitionists. woo and hoo.