done

This week is finally over.

I'm so pleased.

Re-cap.
Did some TV recording stuff, then some rehearsals, put together a programme for this school/education concert thing, had two of those on Friday, also saw some theatre, had some interesting emotions, and consequential thoughts, then a great catch-up with M-L, and then a good night out.
And it's done, and I'm so so pleased.

Onto the next one.

Love.
M.

5 days

5 days non-blog.
5 days of some rehearsals, a lot of time in a library trying to find some music, which I found.
5 days of stressing about two gigs, and doing the two gigs, and them going well.

So in short all is well.
In some more detail, however, stuff's weird.
I still don't get where this weirdness is coming from.
It's boring to experience so I don't even know how boring it must be to read about it.
But as ever, everything is a work in progress, so I'm not despairing too much.

There's some things I need to do, and get done.
So I'll do that soon.

For now, I'm eating some cantarell mushroom pasta in Vapiano.
Seeing dad and the spanish one later.
Things need to be decided and I don't like deciding.
Note to self: make friends with decision-making.

I'll do my very very best not to disappear.

Peace out, lovely-ones.
M.

for now

This is the only photo I have of the birthday proceedings, for now.
So I'm just going to say, this was excellent. 
A's still here and I'm seeing her off today, as she flies back to STHLM. (And I'm following on Saturday.)

I hope you had a good weekend, sweets.

With love.
The 24-year-old.

SD

Kanye West wearing Scott Disick.



I'VE GOT A CHARGER.
M.

NYE

= New years eve.

oh my

Stupid excess is stupid.
Stupid excess is so fun, sometimes! Like the daughters of the oligarchs roaming about, with fur coats and sparklers, in heels that are too high for the icy pedestrian paths and shouting WOOO! at every firework.
Stupid is good.
Stupid is free.

I have realised that I could have a quiet Christmas (obviously), a quiet birthday (2 years ago I nearly forgot it was coming), a quiet everything - but not New Years.
I'm not superstitious, and to be honest it is not a superstition, more of a personal premonition - I feel quite passionately about having a shiny, shimmery, sparkly, loud, silly-silly New Years Eve, with people around me and a buzz and glitter and, you know, the works.
I have sort of started telling myself that it almost preempts the kind of a year I will have.
And I like it.
I like having, if you would imagine, a person behind me on the hilltop, giving me a gentle push as I sledge down the hill, for more speed. That's what New Years feel like, that person.

So therefore.
Stupid is stupid.
And by stupid I mean SILLY.

Stupid is great.
M.

sthlm

This place is circus.

And I don't know how to behave.

These two statements don't go hand in hand.
we're back home from town, I'm back to wearing the reindeer, and A. is napping.

Circus.
M.