Yesterday someone said to me “Oh I just follow your blog, then I will know how you are”.
Nice thought, but it doesn’t really work that way. I don’t write how I am on my blog, I write what I think might be interesting to read, for some more than for others (hello mum), I write what I would like to remember, and I write too much about Bill because I happen to like him.
But here are things that don’t make my Friday and some that do:
When, after nearly 2 weeks of postal silence (you know postal as in actual paper post) I finally got some post again, the first thing I got was a tax Bill. A huge tax Bill – from Denmark. I guess something must have gone wrong somewhere as they want me to pay a lot of money, and I am sure it will be solved, but the hassle of it gets me down. Also – my Danish is really rotten already.
The next day I lost one of my cufflinks, one I was quite attached to. Sad.
The day after that I used the silver cufflinks I bought in Beijing. They are shaped as the chinese sign for Luck. They told me. I am not so sure about that, because one of them broke in two and is now absolutely useless, so I managed to mess up 2 pairs of cufflinks in 2 days. Well done.
I didn’t get into the screen writing course I wanted to get into. Due to excessive demand and competition, and many more applying than there is space for, and me basically being way too inexperienced, I got rejected. I felt really bad about it at first, but then, I thought: I am way too inexperienced. I found Love Actually played it and felt better already. I have to get more experience first, and stop wanting to rush everything because I suddenly feel like I am running out of time after I passed the big Four Zero.
To confirm that I am currently in some sort of less-fortunate wave, yesterday evening my laptop broke in two. The screen wants to go one way and the keyboard another, and that is not a problem with a desktop model, but with a laptop it is. It is now taped together with duct tape, but it is not going to take long before it will break down completely. I need to buy a new laptop in a hurry. Fu*k -a-dee-fu*k.
Apart from my cufflinks, which is a bit sad, it’s nothing really serious but it was a tad tedious to have this all in one week. I wonder if someone has casted a bad spell over me.
But no moaning from me, why should I, I mean:
Bill will return as Viktorrrrr in a new Underworld film I heard today, be prepared for more swooning. I am.
Bill obviously has a thing for vampires, and we obviously have a thing for Bill having a thing for vampires, especially when that means that he will read Dracula as his next Silksounding book! I bid him – welcome to do so…
He heard what we said, was pleased that we said it and will go and try to read it before Christmas. The perfect gift that is.
There is a new Charles Paris available again today!
Oh, and The Vertical Hour comes to London in January, but Bill will not be in it. Unfortunately (probably because he will be shooting Underworld at that time). I am not going to watch it without Bill in it, it just wouldn’t do for me.
(Can’t help it – too much Bill things happening on this one day!)
I am eagerly waiting for 2 pieces of (paper) mail. One is the envelope with the rushes of my short, still haven’t seen it! The other is much better, I will tell you when it arrives. Both have been very delayed, as it seems that Royal Mail is still catching up on their backlog after the strike. Patience, patience.
I am going to New York in 19 days. And I cross my fingers that the sky doesn’t fall down before I leave, or that the earth gets blown up to make way for a hyperspace bypass.
I have a week more holiday I need to use before Christmas and I have no idea what to do with it. Not going anywhere fancy I guess (because of the laptop) but let’s see.
This weekend will be me trying not to monkey about too much and actually get some writing done, watch a movie or two and on Sunday I will indulge in beautiful music in a beautiful environment with beautiful people.
What are you going to do?
I hope you enjoy yours. I will try to enjoy mine.