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Bottle of wine with no dinner is a FABULOUS plan.

Actually, it wasn't that bad a plan, since I've been drinking water like a thing. A thing that drinks water. And I've had about five hours sleep, so I'm really not feeling all that bad I'm just starving and wanting pasta at 2:30am which is always a dreadfully helpful thing.

I watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, which was absolutely fabulous as ever; so looking forward to getting the book so I can actually have a look at all the high speed exchanges in safe black and white without getting distracted by OMG THEY ARE SO DOING IT.

*clears throat*

I, in all my wisdom, did in fact go to buy a second bottle of wine but was sensible enough not to drink it.

A foreign gentleman asked me to recommend him a bottle of wine and I was like er... well, they don't have the one I want. But that one's nice, if you're willing to spend £8! He asked me which I was getting and I said Heh. The cheap one. (For I am classy). I then wandered off to pay, turned around while in the queue and found him lurking behind me, at which I admit I was a little... waitaminute. Have I pulled? He asked me if, were he to buy the expensive wine, I would be willing to share it with him. And I was like... er. No! I (kinda not really but sorta maybe not going into it with you) have a lady! Go away now!

I cope well with people who find me attractive, obviously. XD It was the shock factor! I'm not used to it!

And now I go get food. And think happy thoughts about how Gary Oldman and Tim Roth?

So doing it.

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I don't understand or particularly agree with things that come without effort.

I'll clarify - I don't disagree with opportunity or luck, that would be ridiculous. I'm frequently exceedingly lucky and I'm very grateful for it. What I mean is more... short cuts. I don't really like short cuts.

For instance, take jacket potatoes. They taste a hell of a lot better when cooked for an hour and a half (or however long) than they do when microwaved for ten minutes. That's just a fact. And I think the same kind of thing applies pretty much universally.

I don't trust remedies or beauty treatments that replace time with money. I don't like the idea of liposuction or stomach stapling, and I frankly don't trust tanning booths. Not to mention the fact that it astonishes me rather that people would rather go and lie/stand in a coffin for a few minutes than go and sit in the sun with a book for an hour or two. (That's what I've just been doing, by the way - The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, which I'm enjoying the same way I enjoyed Life of Pi). I don't believe that eating healthily and taking regular exercise can be replaced by diet pills.

Then of course there's the factor that if you haven't really worked for something, it's less enjoyable to reap the rewards. Again, just my opinion.

Of course, I don't live by my principles. Everyone's thinking it, I'm just saying it. When I have employment I work very hard for it but I take my sweet time finding it. I need to be pushed very hard to actually do any work at all for myself, and my writing is... effortless and thoughtless and as a consequence really not very good. I have some natural talent, I think, and my stories always tend to go down well but they're unmemorable. If I want to ever do anything with them, ever satisfy myself with what I've written, I need to put some effort in.

I guess it's like any system of beliefs or set of values. At the moment I'm an... it's not Christianity obviously but the best term I can think of is 'armchair Christian', of my own beliefs. I've always wanted to find something to believe in strongly, to get fervent about - and this is only a small thing, when it comes down to it, a very tiny part of my personal philosophy - and the things are really already there. I have opinions and beliefs that are very important to me, I'm just not someone that energy and fervour comes to naturally.

If I want it, I'm going to have to work for it. Which is precisely my point.

*grins*

Yet another somewhat incoherent ramble from the brain of 'Nny. It's a phase, don't worry, I'm sure it'll pass. I'll go back to the thoughtless bouncing sooner or later.

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My whole house smells like summer rain.