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[lolabobs]

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.

Comments

[jekesta]

I don't know about the moving statues, I can vaguely imagine a something, but I don't know if I'm imagining or remembering. Um.

Yay poem omg!

I hate vaguely bad days that don't have reasons to them, mums crying is always very horrible though, yes. ::hugs you::

I think with most dvd players you have to delete the bits that you don't want and then it'll use the space again. But hopefully you'll have sorted smething out now anyway because it was probably already bb yes. Hm.

:;dances you::

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

I randomly pressed buttons on the dvd and managed to delete stuff. This is of course, the sensible way of doing things - the instruction manual, was after all, on the table next to me, whyever would I pick that up?