Ooh, hellooooo!

Just a quick 'hi'.

I saw Forceps on the weekend, which was nice. We ate food, read books and went to the Barbican Centre where we knitted neurons. (An aside about that: last year, I saw the Complicit production of Master and Margarita at the Barbican. I said I might blog about it, but never did. It wasn't my favourite thing. I could go into detail about why, but that would be redundant now.)

I missed her so much. We had a cuddle and a long, hysteric, tired-girl chat.

I'm reading To the Lighthouse, and am feeling all empowered by my progress, so might start reading something else soon. I bought a copy of Ulysses for £1.99 from a bookshop on Charing Cross Road on Sunday while out with a friend. We retired to a nearby Starbucks* and looked over it. We realised that probably the only way we will be able to make it through is with support sessions where we meet up, drink tea, and are confused together. This sounds good to me.
'Hi, I'm [insert name here] and I've been reading Ulysses for [insert length of time here]. That sort of thing, you know?
Well maybe there'll be a Lit Corner soon. That's kind of all I wanted to say.

I don't know how writing is going. Which generally is an indicator that it's not going well. It's not going to badly, either though.

I'm tired all the time. Sometimes at night when I lie down, I find it a bit difficult to breathe. I'm getting a cold. I just want a break.

I like it here. (In this quiet corner of the internet.) It's nice. No pressure. Hey. I can say to you whatever I like.

The easiest people to talk to are sometimes the people who don't care at all.

Anyway, this is enough for me.
Goodnight

Happy Blogging,
Lots of love,
Little Newman
xxx

* Although, given the number of Starbucks scattered around the place this one was probably relatively distant