I’m listening to the blues... hey, I remember this feeling! A world of happiness and pleasant taste. What does it remind me of….my home in April, maybe, and boxes of records, and a future of possibility. My summer stretches before me like a snake before its tail. What a dissociated blog this is.
I am doing nothing all afternoon. The next woman I marry, she gotta go working to bring me some dough. I been mistreated, you know what I’m talkin’ about. Where have I heard so much of the blues? Why does it feel so much like home? (Correction: not like home, like a tropical island I spent holidays on as a child. No: like a bar I worked in one summer - cleaning the floors. Enough. It’s not important and you’re confusing me.) And why is there suffering in the world? – to produce good music.
And it’s pitch black outside at five o’clock. I’m okay with this, as long as there is company and things to do involving light and warmth and preferably the Great Hall, such as meals, and panto rehearsal, which often also involves dancing, and messing about with brooms (we – the pirates – are doing Stomp! A not-too-exciting version, but still.) That makes me happy. Although I have done nothing all afternoon, which frustrates me but to cope I will be blaa-zay about it; it doesn’t matter, I did have classes all morning.
I’ve worked it out: I have been bluesy on the piano, before. That is impressive. I think I was quite good. I don’t actually play the piano.
Hebron people: helloooooo! Meg, I will write to you. Glori, you too, sorry I haven’t replied yet to your facebook message; Essie, sorry I haven’t contacted you in any way for ages, thanks for your newsletters, you’re at such an exciting stage in your life. ALL of you are! So am I! David S, I’ve been planning to write on your wall for ages. The same goes for lots of other people as well. I can’t mention everybody by name. Niru. Everybody: I’ve decided to get my hair cut quite short. It hasn’t happened yet but will, hold me accountable. Lots of love to EVryone, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
