Free from the Dull Ones

The anxiety has subsided - I think it was when I rearranged the lounge, neatly placing my teacups on the window sill, that the magic happened. I am sitting in an empty bedroom and am deliciously full of the favourite food of the home-alone single Sarah, the toasted sandwich. (Should I be saying - the home-alone, poverty-stricken single Sarah). Just missioned over with Callum to my little brother's house; another borrowing of his turntables for a party tomorrow night - big night Tuesday before Waitangi Wednesday.

But the best bit is that there is no annoying people watching shitty tv in the lounge and guffawing periodically at some "witticism" or other. Is this a good time to reflect on the fact that flatting with randoms nearly always leads to a deep seated dislike of someone you are inherently incompatible with? Or maybe it's just the act of living with people in general. I did look for my own place at one point, but it's SO expensive, and one bedroom flats can be so nasty. And bedsits - I remember when Andy and I lived in a bedsit. There wasn't a great deal of room for two adults. Even if one of them was relatively small (even then I had far too much furniture).

So, anyway, I think I might go to bed now. Or at least, to bedroom, as the room itself is a fucking pigsty and I desperately need to move the piles of dirty clothes off the floor.

ALSO: Checking my stats before, I have almost had 5000 visitors (not 5000 hits - defo have more than that). When I have had 5000 visitors  I think that I will have a Blog Party. It's going to be amazing - and virtual.