Late Night Languor
Why am I still up? Just got back from a party. Feels like a non-stop weekend: dinner Friday, friends came over to view my bathroom this morning (very interested in replicating my thirties swimming pool look), then lunch, reading the papers, sitting in the garden, gossiping with my neighbours, and then mellow chill-out style party tonight.
My friend A says that I don't write anything interesting on my blog any more - I don't mean that he thinks it's dull, just that it's not bean-spillingly personal - and he has to call me to find out all the really juicy stuff. That's if I'm even telling it to anyone. But there's bound to be some kind of editorial control, right? Anyway, I'm tired and it's late and I ate non-regulation food all weekend and it's made me feel sluggish and slightly crap and I have to get up in twenty minutes because I'm meeting some friends with children tomorrow and they think ten AM is the middle of the day.
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