December 23rd, 2004

gamiila sig #2

Evaluating 2004

Lovely day...windy, but sunny. The papers tell me that there isn't a hope in hell that Xmas will be white this year, but then, I can't remember when the last time was. A friend of mine turned up with a black eye and claimed it was from skating; and I can't remember when the last time was I went skating, either. Although...yes, I do! It was all of 5 minutes 2 or 3 years ago at Somerset House. God, that rink is tiny! Hard to believe quarter of a million people turn up there for their very own Torquil & Dean impression every year.

Reading through my flist it seems the majority is preparing to take a break from LJ over the next week or so -- perhaps I should do the same. Don't know if I can, though; sometimes it feels as if this journal has taken over my life. Every random thought, every minor irritation, and every new experience seems to find its way into this database eventually. I don't know what I'd do if LJ ever stopped...curl up and die, I expect. Or become seriously disgruntled at the very least.

I'm not feeling too good: headachey and nauseous, I do hope I'm not coming down with something. I had a weird dream in which I was responsible for the well-being of a great big hairy spider, and had to be constantly on the lookout for people who wanted to squish him (it was a him). In the end, I found him a home with another, even bigger spider...then suddenly remembered that certain female spiders have a nasty habit of ripping their mate's head off. I rushed back in to save him, but unfortunately woke up before I knew whether I had or not. I've been in a funny mood ever since.

I haven't really got anything to say, so I'll end this post with a bit of memage:

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