Sunday, July 4
Not been up to much. A bit of reading, some music listening, little else. The foreseeable future isn't much more interesting either. Last week at my Swarthmore course tomorrow, as the week after (the true final session) I won't be there as I'll be doing my intensive learn to draw class again. It does mean I have to finish soldering my window, then grout it and finish it all off in one session, and I also have to do all my screen printing in one session. I doubt I will be very successful. After this, Rory's meant to be coming to stay for a week at some point in the month, I should be spending two weeks or so over there in August, along with a long weekend in Sheffield. And that's all I have planned until September. If only I'd actually make use of this spare time instead of just sitting around playing crap computer games and trying to find someone to entertain me.
Actually, now I think of it, there is something else worth reporting. My mother asked me if I'm a prostitute. She's had a habit of dropping round recently when I've had friends staying, who've always been young men who she thinks I've advertised for on the internet (she misunderstands my methods of getting huggees). It amused me. With regards to the relevant men, I think they all want to shag me, but I don't want to reciprocate. I'm going through a wanting-a-woman phase. Pity I've no feasible ideas of how to get hold of any. Volunteers more than welcome.
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