stop the world

The best way to describe Saturday night is to quote _leareth, whose apartment I am going to steal once I kill her and dump her body in a ditch somewhere:

Exploding hydrogen balloons + Tchaikovsky = AWESOMENESS

We went out for dinner and then to a charity concert, which had some gorgeous piano concertos and THE 1812 OVERTURE featuring (in place of cannons) hydrogen balloons which were exploded, on stage, in impressively violent balls of fire, in time with the final part of the piece. It was fantastic. I felt Exceedingly Cultured and gloriously pyromanic, all at once.

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I am getting stress headaches (a first) and am obviously leaking panic around the borders of my smile because my mother today advised me to take up drinking whiskey. And this from a registered health professional :D I wish there was some easy release, something that would just take the edge off the way I feel all the damn time, but I can't afford to drink and I refuse to smoke and I haven't the time to read and nobody say a word about sex or romantic relationships because maybe I can usually shrug and laugh at myself about that but I'm not in the mood right now. And normally I'd stick some Vienna Teng on and close my eyes and try not to feel guilty about all the things that I'm not doing, but OH YES, ALL MY MUSIC IS ON THE DEAD COMPUTER, ALONG WITH ALL THE ENDNOTE LIBRARIES THAT I HAVE TO REBUILD FROM SCRATCH AND THE VIDEOS TO REIMPORT AND

Fuck this, I am sick of my own self-pitying shit. It's my messy life and I'm just going to deal with it and quit whining so much. There are so many people worse off than me.

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How are you lot doing? I miss you :)