okay.

what’s the next part? when did i fly?

on friday.

what week was it? monday, tuesday, wednesday. oh i remember i went to ilana’s workshop with agnes and bea and mimi and felt so lucky to be with all these incredibly cool smart funny women, and these strange machines.

and, then me and agnes went to termite and i met sam spike. spittle of the moon, milk of the fig, and then home to where my phone and glasses would be.

on Thursday i held a little baby. thought of all the pain and joy in this little animal’s future and right now with just small feet and tiny claws and alarmed to be born. AND i dropped my laptop down a concrete staircase cutting home through the Barbie.

and then i got up, and got on a plane with mimi. and then there was berlin. and there is a lot of busy. and i’m in a terrible mood because i’m being misgendered and having a terrible skin day and also another thing with july. but i’ll get through this month.

and then me and simon legg went to watch my match and i near but lost my voice singing vindaloo surrounded by norweigens.

several other important and beautiful things happened but i’m late and too busy to write.

awright gal, love ya.

oh my god i forgot to write

five years! every sunday! what happened!

i’m in a Littlebook Fugue State. though it has a strange new property that several people would be astonished to learn about. the state, i mean. has a property, i mean. in that it is second. it’s after.

i did this thing a couple of weeks ago. slept. maybe again i’ll do it. last week? no idea. was that when i went to see agnes with mimi? that might have been this week or a fortnight ago. last week… last week…

okay, so. last week.

oh yeah it WAS, at the CCI. and there were some important conversations and… i’m really burned out right now. but i’m going to berlin in a couple of days. i have to see several people tomorrow and write several pieces of software. i need to sleep too. on sunday i’ll tell you about this week, which was very cool but exhausting.

things are really good, in the way that matters. we’ll get through this month, and then i have to get on a plane. and also last week i went to river’s thing! at granola! and it was really good! a lovely evening, and i met a nice bunny. and May was there! and it was lovely, that was lovely. did i tell you about the farm? i probably told you about the farm. when was that?

and then…

and then…

things are really good, in the one way that matters. and then did i ever tell you about that imaginary hotel room and the bad water? and what no one else will? i tried to sign up to an app the next day. got asked a question that answered several others. not until yesterday, no. not until yesterday. yes, yes. and that park? feels so strange with no one in it. but it’s only been twice? for like 5 mins. spent years. years spent. three times, sorry. and i keep seeing seagulls eating dead pigeons in the scorching hot sun. and

but…

anyway i’ll see you in too few days. this is the month of making it through. then comes the month of juggling two. the comes stable. then comes sunshine, lovers and sharp sight.

yes. thank you!

ummm…

yesterday, May and I overheard a girl on the phone say “imagine that: pushing someone in a new sexual direction just because she can’t direct the MI5”

she also said, in that same call, “And the robot’s like ‘wa?’. Because I teach the robot. The robot doesn’t teach me.”

she also said very many specific phrases directly after we did, fitted into the conversation naturally. it was very unusual. the conversation she was having was the opposite of a bob newhart routine.

today i’m sitting in a first class carriage next to bertie wooster. what-ho. straw hat. off to Lewes or Ore for some kind of luncheon. surprised by the HP laptop but everything else fits.

me, i’m going to Cooksbridge. to a farm. mostly radishes i presume but who knows.

what else of the week? oh we did an FoC in the very hot heat. i emcee’d. i did okay. i think i could do it again and be good at it. on a week where i slept more than 2 hours a night and a day where i ate more than 2 boiled eggs and the temperature is below 400 degrees and i’ve socialized during the week. i have missed being on stage. it’s different sober. sober and paying too much attention.

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and time has passed. and i have eat many strange little pickles. and jenny gave me water with flowers in it.

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and now it’s time for bed forever and ever.

and to watch the bear and forgive everybody.