Hrm Drm

Well I'm pretty cold right now. My cunty landlord always turns the heat off. I know that frugality is smiled upon, but having a lot of money doesn't do you much good if you're dead and frozen.

I was going to write something else and vent about something, but I think the process of my nipples freezing off kind of took the forefront of my mind.

I'll keep in mind to post more here.
I've just been inundated with stuff to do at my school-- which is awesome.
Just draining and befuddling as well.

Excuse my lack of eloquence.
I'm going to finish some note-work on my feature scripts and a piece I'm trying to get done over the holidays and then I'm sliding into bed where hopefully I won't suffer hypothermia and pass in my sleep.
The best part is, if I don't die, I still have to deal with the tube strike tomorrow.

God this is so awesome.

Adios.

Revival

So as we nearly approach the one year anniversary of this unattended blog, seeing as I yet again across the Atlantic on this rain slicked rock in the sea, I felt it prudent to jolt this lifeless abomination with some juice.

London.

Enchanting though you are it surprises me the simplest things, beyond your control, which so mercilessly mar and disfigure your visage in my eyes.

Securing housing, for example, is a challenge I was exceptionally ill prepared for on the psychological front, though I've no doubt that physiology is also taking part to add to the grim nature of my circumstance.

Most of all company which seems always to find the swiftest route to my most sensitive nerve endings, turning the fire beneath my silent rage from spark to inferno.

Even now I wish to throw at them verbal lances and pin them to the wall before tearing their world asunder.

I will be elated when the situation is resolved and my life can again become the happily coursing river it once was. This deluge of drama is intolerable.

I'm off to make a cup of tea.
I hope you survive your day.