This time tomorrow I'll know you better

Wheeee!!! the waiting is so close to being over!

I have a copy reserved at W.H. Smith at the nearby shopping centre, and I'll be there at the stroke of midnight to pick it up. I'm not having it posted because then I'd have to wait till Saturday morning to read it, and I'm off to Corfe Mullen on Saturday. This way I get to sit up reading it till dawn and then go out partying... *grin*

Am not going to be in costume 'cause I can't be arsed, but the dogs will be with me and they'll be temporarily renamed Dobby and Norbert for the evening. (If it isn't painfully obvious which dog gets which name, you haven't been reading my LJ long enough...)

Of course Squish is already called Peeves... talking of which, he's added two new songs to his playlist - the Lightning Seeds' You Showed Me and Steve Miller's The Joker. Irritating little bastard.

Nothing much happening here apart from that. Fell asleep on the couch this afternoon thinking about sex (well, all right, doing sex, even if only with myself) and fell into a disturbing dream about trying to buy crack cocaine with Mike. It's unsettled me, because, although I'd never go looking for the stuff or spending money on it again - I have to admit I still want it, kinda.

Still, the chances of someone randomly offering me free coke are pretty low these days, now that I no longer move in those circles. And who knows, I may have more self-control than I think I do - though I have no intention of putting that to the test.

I really didn't enjoy dreaming about it, though. Especially since, like my sex dreams, I always wake up before the fun part.

Talking of unpleasant destructive habits, one of my neighbours down the hall is a drinker, and he seems to be on a binge right now. The evening before last I went to take the dogs out, and found him sitting on the floor outside his flat making hopeful little pokes in the general direction of the door with his key. First I had to unlock the door for him, then he couldn't get up - I tried taking his arm but he was just too big and inert for that to do any good. I had to pick him up by the armpits and haul him to his feet, and he weighs a fucking ton. And he smells.

And this morning when I took the dogs out, there was a manky article of clothing on the floor outside his door, plus several betting slips and a puddle of golden liquid. I really, really, really hope it was beer.

( Harry Potter memeage to keep me going for the next 26 hours )

This time tomorrow I'll know you better

Wheeee!!! the waiting is so close to being over!

I have a copy reserved at W.H. Smith at the nearby shopping centre, and I'll be there at the stroke of midnight to pick it up. I'm not having it posted because then I'd have to wait till Saturday morning to read it, and I'm off to Corfe Mullen on Saturday. This way I get to sit up reading it till dawn and then go out partying... *grin*

Am not going to be in costume 'cause I can't be arsed, but the dogs will be with me and they'll be temporarily renamed Dobby and Norbert for the evening. (If it isn't painfully obvious which dog gets which name, you haven't been reading my LJ long enough...)

Of course Squish is already called Peeves... talking of which, he's added two new songs to his playlist - the Lightning Seeds' You Showed Me and Steve Miller's The Joker. Irritating little bastard.

Nothing much happening here apart from that. Fell asleep on the couch this afternoon thinking about sex (well, all right, doing sex, even if only with myself) and fell into a disturbing dream about trying to buy crack cocaine with Mike. It's unsettled me, because, although I'd never go looking for the stuff or spending money on it again - I have to admit I still want it, kinda.

Still, the chances of someone randomly offering me free coke are pretty low these days, now that I no longer move in those circles. And who knows, I may have more self-control than I think I do - though I have no intention of putting that to the test.

I really didn't enjoy dreaming about it, though. Especially since, like my sex dreams, I always wake up before the fun part.

Talking of unpleasant destructive habits, one of my neighbours down the hall is a drinker, and he seems to be on a binge right now. The evening before last I went to take the dogs out, and found him sitting on the floor outside his flat making hopeful little pokes in the general direction of the door with his key. First I had to unlock the door for him, then he couldn't get up - I tried taking his arm but he was just too big and inert for that to do any good. I had to pick him up by the armpits and haul him to his feet, and he weighs a fucking ton. And he smells.

And this morning when I took the dogs out, there was a manky article of clothing on the floor outside his door, plus several betting slips and a puddle of golden liquid. I really, really, really hope it was beer.

( Harry Potter memeage to keep me going for the next 26 hours )