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[29 Oct 2003|07:22am] |
It's twenty past seven in the morning, and i'm listening to Eddie Izzard. Cup of tea as well. Bliss.
Last night was the premiere of a film starring Playhouse Phoebe, Graham, as well as various others.
Zoe was with us, and initially at least, she seemed happy. In fact, she was quite flirty and tremendously fun as usual, and enjoying herself. In my own case i had a wonderful little interchange with her about punk fashion. She thinks i would look good, and wants to go out shopping with me. I would find this immensly pleasurable. I'd best start saving. To spend an afternoon with Zoe is a moment of gold.
Then conversation in the group turned to her situation, and how it's so terrible we cannot all get together. She just could not contain her sadness at this point, and burst into tears.
I've never seen her cry before, though i know she does it. I can always see it in her eyes, i know it's more regular than i ever though. Of course it was nobody's fault, Roy said something but this was just a trigger for everything. She went home soon after, and Roy and I simply sat and tried to find some semblance of optimism. We did. Pizza and lager! And Roy has sold his house.
So we sat at Roy's afterwards, shouting drunkenly and lambasting controlling men. And watching Futurama. Roy couldn't laugh properly, as he was spluttering through burst of hiccups and coughing and sneezing. It was like being drunk with a bear.
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[29 Oct 2003|06:26pm] |
We have a new monitor. I can hardly see the letters as i type them, they're astronomically small.
I may as well blow this joint and go down the Bell. Again. Well, the events of last night are so fresh in the mind i feel the need for alcholic mind clouding.
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