Dreadful Nonsense

First proper day out of the Festival. It's been two days since I saw any comedians. I think I'm getting withdrawal symptoms. From alcohol, nicotine, whatever is produced by staying up until 6 in the morning, going to shows, running away from people laughing, and literally just from laughing. I've spent the last month laughing until I was crying at least once every day, and I'm missing it.

I decided to fill the gap today by going shopping. This is something that Susan kept suggesting doing, and I poo-pooed it initially, because my credit card is seriously getting it's ass kicked at the moment, but after I'd been to see my consultant this morning (waiting time: 40 minutes, consultation time: less than 3 minutes) I couldn't think of anything better to do. No, that's not true - I could think of a list of better things to do, but since they all involve me being in London, none of them are really possible. So I went shopping, ostensibly for things to wear to the wedding I'm going to this weekend.

I bought new boots (not very nice, but cheap), a purple poncho thing (quite nice), a necklace (nice enough, matches my wedding skirt), a long pink scarf (which matches nothing I own, but is very nice and long and pink. And a scarf), some blue socks, and some other things that I really didn't need at all, but decided to buy because, y'know, I was on a roll.

So now my credit card has reached the dizzying heights of over 1,000. But it's okay, because that's only euro, and doesn't count. Really it doesn't. The fact that I have no job isn't worrying me.

The thing that is worrying me - and shhhh, don't tell anyone - is the fact that since I've got home I've been listening to Keane almost non-stop. This is a terrible thing because I remember vividly complaining at the Perrier party when the band started playing a cover of their song. I'm not a music snob at all - I don't know the first thing about music and although I'm quite proficient at bullshitting about almost every topic, including religion and politics, sounding like I know what I'm talking about when in actual fact I don't, I can't carry a conversation about music at all. But I know what I like, and I don't like Keane. I didn't like Keane. Until Susan played it every freaking day of the festival until I had to give in, and it helps keep some continuation between what was happening two days ago and what's happening now. And it's either Keane or Morrissey and I know which one I'm more comfortable with.

I keep dropping off to sleep at odd moments too. I can't sleep at night because - and it's happening again, I can feel it - I seem to think I should be drinking Tennents Tops while surrounded by people who I alternately hate and adore until 6am. But during the day, anytime I stopped walking or shopping, I'd fall asleep. I can't watch tv at all yet, which is a great disappointment to me.

So we're all off to a wedding in Ballycastle tomorrow. It's the wedding of my sister's best friend, and our entire family is invited so we're all trooping up. So I might be posting from the hotel tomorrow, or I might be posting late night on Sunday.

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Dreadful Nonsense

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