Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Am very, very tired from being up all night and having worked all day, but had a wonderful evening.

Spoke to my pretty-much-future housemate and while I’m nervous about him moving in, I think things will go really well. I’ll still have a bathroom to myself, haha! I definitely feel like I’ll be the most useless of the trio, but I did point out I will be able to help them through any villanelle crises they may have (why didn’t I study something useful at uni?). Gosh, how will I survive with two computer-nerd homebrewers? I’ll really miss my current housemate Frosty…I’ll have no one to platonically snuggle with and watch cool DVDs with.

My old music school buddy DH had me over for dinner tonight and cooked me a very decadent spaghetti carbonara…I honestly don’t remember the last time a bloke cooked for me! Well, there is Rob, but I live with him. Also caught up with J, his housemate, who has been approved for the priesthood. It felt funny telling him about how I’d kissed a girl for the first time whilst listening to DH play Chopin on the piano. We drank most of a really good bottle of white wine (been ages since I’ve had decent white wine), again thanks to Rob. I owe him extra birthday-present beer.

I’m freaking out less about the sleep thing. I heard back from L, Dee and M (L & D - I’ll reply to your communication later, promise). I think it was M who told me most what I wanted to hear (that being, stick it out for a month and don’t go on extra drugs). That’s really what I want to do. Perhaps if I stop sleeping so goddamn much on my days off I’ll get as hot and skinny as Trent Reznik in The Machinist (joking…maybe).

There are some days where I just want desperately to be lied to and told that it’s all going to be okay. I may, however, settle for Tom Baker’s Doctor Who offering me dusted jellybabies.

It would also be nice if I didn’t burst into tears in front of strangers; I would feel like less of an idiot.