
It has been a slightly flat day today - I have done chores and washing and stuff. I tried to do art - I ended up writing an instantaneous poem - ie no crossings out, and only a few minutes thinking aloud. And it was okay, but not very arty. So i worked on my angel photograph and made it moody a bit and darker.
I'm sure there was a tv programme when I was much younger, where statues came alive at night? Is that right? What was that? I seem to remember it being sad.
Maybe because I have felt a little sad today. But sad in an ok, not worrysome kind of way.
I have been reading Neverwhere - it feels like an Escher painting, very tricksy and elegant.Also. they are on a quest which is good. It is a little bit anxious making however.
I have bought Scrubs season 3 - and it made me cry. Proper flowing tears. I love John C. McGinley. I have just watched the pertinent episode twice over, and am now taking a break before I have to tape BB for my friend on holiday. I have rw dvds, but am unclear how to tape over the bits I've already taped. hmm. I suppose it is simple really.
My Mum is sad and my Dad doesn't notice over much - which is partly just a Dad thing, he's always a bit oblivious, and he is very overworked at the minute, but I feel stuck in the middle, and it's not good when Mum's cry.
Ah Well.