I really don't know what to write, but I was in the mood for writing an entry. Plus I was a) home and b) not decorating or buiding anything - two circumstances which don't often coincide. Also, I'm being reproached by a dog. I don't know why. What I do know, however, is that while I was listening to 'One Man Guy' by Rufus Wainwright, I turned to the dog in question and asked 'Are you a one girl dog, Ben? In short, do you believe in modogomy?'

-pause-

I'm having a lot of fun lately. I don't know. None of it constructive, really. I just feel relaxed, and events don't have any shape. I'm being somewhat pikey and not having any money - I've been advised to just accept that work is boring and crap, and to suck it up and get on with it. I mean, trendy mixology is fine, but I'm seriously considering wearing tight shirts in the hope of increasing the amount of tips received. Desperation!

Summer seems to have arrived - ran around with the hound through some woods earlier. Sun-dappled glades were in evidence, as was a vague sense of things being alright.