jawnbc | hidden place

I grow weary of this cold. I wish it to end. Mummy make it stop!

Last night

querrelle and I made our Sunday sojourn to The Midnight Shift for "sing-a-long to the Oldies." Meaning the music, not us--back off! After a slew of mediocre and obscure tracks (there actually was an ABBA song of which I've never heard!), the DJ played a killer 90 minute set of back-to-back classics. We sang. We laughed. We taunted Davie and he taunted us back.

querrelle brought some fans and regailed us with some fab fan dancing.

Then we came home chez moi, and collapsed. A nookie-less night; I vaguely remember Max departing this morning.

It's now 13h30 and I'm at work, trying to get something productive accomplished. Head is still foggy from the cold and a lack of sleep (not hungover; don't drink), so writing is ill-advised. Made some calls and left messages, so that's a waiting game. A colleague leaves today so we're tea-ing at 15h00, then I'll fook awf for home. I may pop a wee blue football and try and grab about 10 hours tonight.

Nothing scintillating, insightful or even mildly controversial folks. 'Tis all I got. Do you still love me??????