Parentheses, oysters, nudes, drinking in the afternoon, men in shirts, the taste of money, train stations, counting with coffee spoons, sun through blinds, blood and salt and hormones and oxytocin and spittle and oil, flowers for free, dinner parties, symmetry, maths, suffering and love and the thrill, of under me you so quite new.
Friday, 4 February 2011
Currently dancing around in my room in vertiginous heels, listening to - alternately - the Spring Awakening soundtrack and Nouvelle Vague. Life is good.
(This is the sort of moment I need to remember. Production week for the play I'm directing is about to start; my life is going to reduce to one tiny black box stage; I will have no time to eat, sleep or breathe, but I know that it will be the most banterous, hysterically fun week). So times are good.
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