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STRAWBERRY DAQUIRIS and battered King Prawns with JACK DANIELS GLAZE. Words cannot express how excited I was by this. I excite easily, 'kay? Mmmm...nummy treats. Catching up on various snippets of Diaryland gossip, since I'm generally oblivious and therefore out of the loop on these things, which was interesting in the light of various deep (ummm, that would be *drunk*) conversations last night. Mainly, they focussed around the fact that people I've never met essentially have a deeper insight into the various workings of my occasionally incomprehensible mind than do people I see every day. Last night Hannah gave me her side of it, saying it was weird that other people I've never met have that kind of access that she and most of my Edinburgh folk lack. That said, they have total access to either of my journals if they want - they just choose not to. Fact is, a lot of the time I'm more eloquent on paper than I am verbally - I have a slight tendancy to stammer, I speak faster than Patrick Moore and usually do so in jerky sentences. What I say here is what I'm trying to say offline, just sometimes the words don't come out right. Easier to be intrpspective when I can go back and delete or cross out a problematic phrase, which I can't really do when speaking. But that said, Hannah can read me better than most people. so that's a problem she has less. I suppose I just tend to assume people know what's going through my mind at any given time. Ah, how much easier life would be if we were all Betazoid, Thus I totally undermine the seriousness of what I'm trying to say with geek-infested quips. But you get my meaning and I think I do, so it's a start. I'm back. Did anyone even *notice* I'd been away?
Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower Welcome to Edinburgh Airport Welcome to Edinburgh Airport Snow, at last wishing only wounds the heart ![]()
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