Category Archives: diary

It is a lovely day and I’m off to Krumlov, as soon as I’ve sorted a few random things out. Life is sweet.

Hm. So. Jess had a party last night to celebrate Wednesday. There was Me, Jess, Hamish, Asher, about twenty creative-writing-exchange-student-chicks from Chicago and a few others. And wine and watermelon. Watermelon would be a good fruit if it wasn’t for … Continue reading →

Went to the dingy parts of Dejvice to play pool on a multi-stained table with Lucie last night. Every shot was a fluke, in fact it seemed a struggle not to pot a ball. It was ace. I won, obviously. … Continue reading →

Nothing at all has been done in the last day, by me at least. That way I don’t spend any money. Unless you call listening to Chris Morris GLR radio shows, watching Maid Marion and Her Merry Men and reading … Continue reading →

Another day, another 3 Septofort tablets and 1 Ibogin. The house is infested with Bohemian Toddlers right now, something I can only deal with when I’ve fully woken up to the possibilities of the day, around 1pm or so realistically. … Continue reading →

Twenty-five feels remarkably like the tail-end of twenty-four. Big surprise there, then. I had a deliberately toned-down birthday. I was even considering not telling anyone. Making a big deal of it is a breeding ground for feeling shit. And besides, … Continue reading →

It’s my birthday! Woo hoo! So I’m free to complain about stuff. Today I’m going to complain about my clothes. A certain somebody insisted on doing my washing for me, fantastic I thought. How wrong I was. The clothes were … Continue reading →

I did my laundry and hung my clothes out so ipso facto the downpour has begun. I am 25 tomorrow. Yay and woo.