Tonight I'm so tired that I'm googling which of the main characters in The L Word are actually gay in real life. I have no idea why I give a shit. Actually, I don't give a shit, I'm just sleepy. Tina is bisexual but married to a man. Everything about the stuff I've read makes me feel kind of sick. My newest housemate has been watching episodes of season one and three in non-chronological order since he moved in. I think it's because he's in a musical and needs to switch off.
I really enjoy him.
Today he fell in love.
"I went to the bakery and asked the boy behind the counter what was in the quishe. He said bacon and egg. I asked for some and he asked me if I wanted it heated it up. I said yeah."
All I ever think about is stickin' it to the man, how much I think I'm stuffing my education further by not reading every possible book in the world (but shoving them down my throat) and fashion. Colour co-ordination never goes out of style but man, I wish it would.
I have had the busiest, most mind-screwing weekend. I don't think I'm okay but I know I will be. I'm "stepping back and looking at the situation" which is actually making me feel quite calm. I spoke to one of my favourite people in the whole world on the telephone as he drove to work. I reckon I'll sleep alright tonight. It's about fucking time.