afternoon I have nisaba
asleep in my front room. It's a living-near-Slimelight thing.
Right now I am listening to francophone industrial. It seems wrong really, but it makes a nice change to have one's spikyness not Teutonic for once. French can be quite a good language for sounding cross in, if one really tries.
Hmm, I shouldn't be at all surprised if some sadcase somewhere has made some shouty music or other in Klingon.
My first Slimes in ever-so-long fully met expectations. I talked to dozens of people and felt wildly popular. Naturally. We never quite worked out if nils
was a swing and erzibet
a roundabout, or vice versa
, but I don't expect it matters. I met alan_ie
's Irish friend Katri, who turned out not to be Irish after all, but Finnish and not unattractive. You'd think people would make things like that clear in advance. Still, she seemed very nice, confusions of nationality notwithstanding.
quite fun, you know. One forgets. But I had a splendid time, and, like shingles and Arnold Schwarzenegger, I'll be back. Hopefully improving on the six-months-between-visits that prevailed before yesterday...
Gosh, I'm terse and laconic this morning, aren't I? Never fear, I'm sure I'll froth and coruscate in more accustomed style when I'm not quite so tired. *yawn*