September 10th: books

I've just spent the past 9.5 hours editing my favourite and worst book. I'm either going to die, cry, or pop a beer and eat pizza and Ben and Jerrys in the bathtub. I haven't decided yet. 

It's only been two years since I wrote the first last words of How to go to Hell in 80 Days, and twenty minutes since I wrote the 8th last words of How to go to Hell in 80 Days. I've lost so many chapters from bad file keeping, and so many jokes that are no longer politically relevant. I love my characters, and I love tormenting them. I love how they squirm and fight back. But they're not good people. I'm worried people will think they're good people. I'm not looking for another Atlas Shrugged situation. 

I still don't know if I want a beer or a nap. 

September 1st: Life is exciting

The Age of Enlightenment is here!!! The Future is NOW!!! My Noodles are READY!!!

After spending a month walking the streets for money (Flyering for the Edinburgh Fringe), I once again find myself relatively unemployed. And ill. I'm ill and unemployed. Ill and unemployed is one of the WORST combinations possible for a hypochondriac like myself.

I googled my symptoms.

I have an too many appendixes.

I've been trying to use my existential boredom productively, accessing a calmer, enlightened, more Buddhist self. I did some yoga the other day, but when I had to bend my lungs fell through my lips and I died. I tried cleaning the house. My flatmates freaked out when I told them. I don't know why. I haven't cooked, so they should be confident the house will be here when they get home! Goddamit, some people have no faith.

It's also my 21st next week and I've come to realise that I am in no way an adult. I pay rent and vote and do grocery shopping, but my flatmates who are moving out have promised to pop in to make sure I'm eating more than noodles and beer. My mam sent me part of my birthday present early. It was groceries from Sainsbury's. It had lettuce. Who needs a whole head of lettuce? And two bottles of Lucozade? AND EIGHT CHEESES? (perhaps eccentricities are genetic...)

That is my life as of now. Drinking, hoping there is money in my account, eating noodles.

Life is exciting.