May 2nd, 2009

galaxy

night in?

It looks like I stayed in tonight. Just reading a book (The Goldilocks Enigma, by Paul Davies, which is very interesting but the author seems to have a deistic bias which is beginning to show at the point in the book where I am and is starting to annoy me ), shredding old paperwork (which gives you a satisfying feeling of doing something like work, but fun, until you realise you’re not even touching the mountain of old paper that needs to be sifted and, for the most part, thrown away) and reading FB and LJ (with some concern about some peeps’ entries, hoping they’re ok).

Ended up in Inferno last night and had a very reasonable night. Danced a fair bit but not perhaps as much as I would otherwise have done. Talked to a few people, left relatively early (between 2:30 and 2:45, perhaps). Today was a non-day; one lesson only, some work trying to drum up more work, mostly reading the book and dozing. I’m doing my darnedest to get my own (well, put quote marks on that) place and yet it feels so strange to be in this house on my own on a Saturday night.

Had forgotten about that bottle of Mateus. Oh dear. A night in might not be entirely a sober one.

In lieu of proper content, have a little musical doodle of mine: ‘Lament’. Needs a little polishing. The oboe and clarinet are too high in the mix. And I’m obviously pandering too much to a certain current fashion for doing semi-exotic stuff in Phrygian modes. But I kind of like it, apart from my voice.

There’s a little of that wine still left.