feels like minus one degree celcius - contd.
fingers freeze flying over the keyboard, feet snuggle in the duvet, all the greyness outside kept at bay with warm brown wooden blinds, a to-do list scratches the corner of my eye, plans pile up - hyde park south bank arsenal spitalfields. i'll get to some of these eventually.
saw a cool sculpture last night at an alternative arty party in a warehouse in tottenham. it looked like a huge classical baby cherub type piece, until you go near it, and you see that the baby rests on detritus from its nursery: dinosaurs, barbie dolls, rag dolls, disney creatures, cute rubber snakes. everything coated with plaster of paris, which lends the classicist touch i suspect. very cleverly done, very unexpected - i'd call it 'infant gorged on the artefacts of consumerist culture'.
botswana coming up in a week and a bit. hmm.. i should eat something.
16th dec, sun: 7.35pm
maybe i'm dying or something. cannot stop feeling cold. it comes up in waves inside me, the freezingness. i'm wearing 3 layers and sitting next to the radiator with the warm laptop on my laptop, and barely surviving. canNOT be catching something again. that's just too much. just when my holiday is about to start!
off to botswana on monday next. oog, better check ticket. am being deliberately lazy about SA visa. it's a huge pain, and so not worth it, because i'm just going for 2 weeks and intend to stay quietly in gabs, no south shouth this time.
i've done most of my christmas shopping. sadly, there is no single thing that pleases me very much. no gift that's just perfekkkt for someone. darn. i spose it comes of leaving it to the last moment. but then, i'm not even supposed to have to christmas-shop, being a devout non-hindu and all. just that my flatmates' festive cheer is infectious, and i've signed up for all sorts of christmassy things, like helping with the stuffing.
brr... going back to shivering in the corner for now.
saw a cool sculpture last night at an alternative arty party in a warehouse in tottenham. it looked like a huge classical baby cherub type piece, until you go near it, and you see that the baby rests on detritus from its nursery: dinosaurs, barbie dolls, rag dolls, disney creatures, cute rubber snakes. everything coated with plaster of paris, which lends the classicist touch i suspect. very cleverly done, very unexpected - i'd call it 'infant gorged on the artefacts of consumerist culture'.
botswana coming up in a week and a bit. hmm.. i should eat something.
16th dec, sun: 7.35pm
maybe i'm dying or something. cannot stop feeling cold. it comes up in waves inside me, the freezingness. i'm wearing 3 layers and sitting next to the radiator with the warm laptop on my laptop, and barely surviving. canNOT be catching something again. that's just too much. just when my holiday is about to start!
off to botswana on monday next. oog, better check ticket. am being deliberately lazy about SA visa. it's a huge pain, and so not worth it, because i'm just going for 2 weeks and intend to stay quietly in gabs, no south shouth this time.
i've done most of my christmas shopping. sadly, there is no single thing that pleases me very much. no gift that's just perfekkkt for someone. darn. i spose it comes of leaving it to the last moment. but then, i'm not even supposed to have to christmas-shop, being a devout non-hindu and all. just that my flatmates' festive cheer is infectious, and i've signed up for all sorts of christmassy things, like helping with the stuffing.
brr... going back to shivering in the corner for now.
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