My housemate came back home yesterday. This is a good thing. I was going slightly mad all alone in the house for nigh on a week. Seriously, I'm not really sure what happened to me, but I do know it wasn't right. It may have been the listening to disturbing music. It may have been the obsessive drawing compulsion. It may have been the fact that I have to write a play in a week and I haven't really started it. It may have been a combination of all of them. Or it may just be that I'm secretly psychotic.

Anyway - Inferno is one of the things that came out of it.
Been harking back to my love of the Manic Street Preachers recently.
I could go on about thinking I was born an anachronism myself (not like Dresden Dolls though - as much as I would like to be talented like her...) but I won't because it's boring.

I have clothes pegs in my hair at the moment. They are the only thing keeping my too-short-but-too-long hair out of my eyes while I work. I answered the door earlier today and the postman looked at me like I was a freak. It was probably the pegs. It may be the palour in my face or the bulgy look of my eyes too. Haven't been out in a while.

Can't wait for term to start. Except I can, cos I need to finish my work. Ah crap...

Anyway - enough whinging. Thought I'd update because that previous journal screen was beginning to grate.

A xx

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