Gosh, 1/3 of December has passed.
Happy birthday to Nick, the pianist of the Dead Sea Sound!
The past week I was kept busy, the fun part included: lunch with friends, with flatmates, a Nick Drake concert, K&K's birthday gathering, C's house party, and two Asian parties last night. New faces and old friends, good food and far too much alcohol, little sleep. Blue skies and walking home in drizzle. Mulled wine and mince pies. A couple of Xmas cards.
Oh, home alone now. pretty scared..
Wish I could suddenly become a braver person. No problem with going to concerts myself; no problem with cycling by myself in the middle of the night; absolutely ok to be among loads of strangers; sitting in a pub in London myself when I desperately need a drink; being in a foreign country where people don't speak Chinese or English, fine...
but I just find it extremely unbearable to know I'm by myself in my own house.
(i'm not kidding, but why am I like this?)
I'm not even bored or left with nothing to do.
(OK, let's hope after this shout, I will miraculously become slightly braver..)
Just gotta put up with what is unbearable, don't I?