Well. Hello there. I haven't see you in awhile. How's it going, stranger?

Yes, after some self-imposed exile in the wildlands I am back once more. In fact, my exile wasn't so much self-imposed as self-induced, a mixture of overwork followed by illness that left me willing but not able to update this little account for you, my dear Friends.

A short break has left me revived, like a drooping flowers put in fresh water and nourished with plant-food. I have a new haircut, a haul of vintage clothing and accessories from the car boot sale, a short play for the BAC in progress, and a holiday to look forward to in Daam. And tomorrow is that most magical of magic-days, the gay day, the play day, the Pay Day. It is a Good Time to Be Me.

I have undertaken some Easter resolutions, namely to calm it all down a little. More sleep, less mess and stress. Caffeine bad, calm good. Red meat good and red wine good. Overpriced baguettes for lunch bad. Fruit very good. Sunshine and good books marvelous.
- posted by This Little Kitty @ 2:44 PM

 
A growing ennui fills me, spreading from a boredom with being stuck at my computer at the first sunny afternoon in living memory, filling up all the corners of my cracked psyche. I ache for freedom. I long for it. Like a thin, long-eared rabbit staring through the chicken wire at the fresh grass and open lawns beyond, yearning to play.

No, it is not To Be. Unlike DirectorGirl, who has Thrown In her job to write a Novel, I still commit myself to the purgatory existence of the DayJob, in return for the hollow reward of vintage eBay and too much red wine. Neither of which are flowing in my direction at this time, my bank account being as empty as the eyes of the Commutable commuters on my 9.01 train to Waterloo.

I have chained myself to the rock of Capitalism, while the Poseidon of boredom lazily flaps at me, then yawningly eats me alive.
- posted by This Little Kitty @ 4:15 PM

 
Dear Readers,

Please find attached below, in no specific order, a list of main thoughts, feelings and events of the past week.

Writing
Progress has been steady and encouraging. One script submitted to ex-Literary Manager of Hampstead Theatre for possible performance at BAC in June (after I accidentally flashed my tits at him at preliminary meeting). Have completed several articles for my forthcoming fuck-y'all mini-magazine, Small Town and one for in-house DayJob magazine on bizarre Spring rituals. Feel motivated. Feels good.

Social
Theatre Tuesday night, drinks with DirectorGirl tonight, classical music with FastestViolinInTheWestBoy tomorrow. No money whatsoever, at all, in any way - any suggestions for a cheapskate should be forwarded to usual address. Am spring-cleaning people - more time with those I love, less with those who aren't worth the time.

Money
Lack of. See above.

Love
ActorBoyfriend developing mean reds due to lack of auditions - new agent taking over at his agency has not done Much For The Good. His DayJob even worse than mine. Together, we're stronger.

Drink
Yes, please.
- posted by This Little Kitty @ 10:42 AM

 
That's it, I renounce my social life. Fell asleep again at HippyGirl's party on Saturday night. Although perhaps it would be more medically accurate to say that I passed out on ActorBoyfriend's lap for an hour after downing a very large shot of absinthe. He kindly woke me after an hour, at which point I staggered off to vomit all over my shoes in a nearby alleyway (as toilet was occupied by LawyerGirl and ScouseLawBoy doing whatever Young People do when there's a room with a lockable door). Poor shoes - white shoes and red wine, it looked as though I had been tap-dancing my way through the Apocalypse. I could not even go back into the house until I had been given water to rinse my darling leather footcladdings.

I am a Social Tragedy. As with all true tragedy, the fatal flaw lies within myself and is my own undoing.

Had five hours' sleep before getting up on Sunday to cook roast venison for my parents, brother and sister-in-law. I highly recommend roast Bambi's Mother when you have a hangover, particularly if you can lie on the sofa wailing while your very own ActorBoyfriend cooks it for you.

I went out with BellaSenoritaGirl and her friends in the Suburbiton on Thursday, and have persuaded her friends to write for my new project, Small Town magazine. It goes well already - two article nearly completed, and a whole crowd of people to be cowed and bullied into assisting my dark and fervent scribblings.
- posted by This Little Kitty @ 4:03 PM

 
Life is Amusing, in as much is it Variegated. But a scant week ago, I was a lonely guinea pig, devoid of the attention I felt to be not only my due but my sustenance. This week, all manner of new and exciting opportunities open before me.

Had a very pleasant drink with GermanPhilosophyBoy on Tuesday evening, to calm his nerves before his dinner date with ChicaGirl last night. Both have spent the day raving about one another - the sudden, beautiful rush of Young Love (well, ChicaGirl at least is younger than me). Then today I had a text message from TVGirl, who directed me in a film when we lived in the City of Gold but had recently dropped off the communications scanner. And on Saturday, I also heard from the BabyMamma, who I have not seen for well over eighteen months. Faces old and new crowd into my consciousness and fill me with joy at my fellow man.

Less joyful is my compulsive shopping. This morning, when a beautiful vintage suede coat arrived for me from eBay, I carried the box to a bin on the nearby university campus and hid it in the bins there, rather than have to face the guilty evidence of the click-click compulsions that propel money out of my bank account at a terrifying rate. In much the same manner as an alcoholic hides their empty bottles, the signs of my addiction were safely stashed away from eyes that seek Only To Help.
- posted by This Little Kitty @ 5:47 PM

 
I am the uber-Party-meistress, I have decided. Bow down and worship at the feet of my wonderful drunken fiestas. And bring presents while you're at it...

Saturday night was wonderful, a full-blown rock 'n' roll drinking extravaganza. I can't take all the credit, though. I would play you false, dear reader, if I did not openly admit that the main bulk of the success of the night was due to the unsurpassable calibre of the guests. Everyone came: ChicaGirl, EightiesDisasterMovieBoy, BellaSenoritaGirl, PhoneGirl plus friend plus boyfriend, GuinessIsLawBoy and a beautiful new acquaintance, SongbirdGirl, TheFiftyFootWoman, GermanPhilosophyBoy, ShinyWhiteTeethBoy, FreeSpiritSister1 and FreeSpiritSister2, LawyerGirl and HippyGirl and TooCleverByHalfBoy and ScouseLawyerBoy, and TummyFromHeavenGirl and ProviderOfToastGirl, and FastestViolinInTheWestBoy and MrPolishCurrentAffairs... Oh my, names and names and names and more names...

I am also pleased to report that there was at least one party bag per person or couple, and most people seemed pleased with their personalised badges. Oh, for a Badge-It machine, to have made the badges myself! Still, it will give me something to work towards for next year - I would hate to lack ambition.

I had a champagne breakfast, and was given three handbags of different sizes, and a t-shirt saying Goodbye Kitty... As you can probably tell, I feel emotion build up inside me just to remember it. No wonder I get so excited about Birthdays, when they can be so Fabulous. And yes - there was also the suggestion of romance, but I shall not mention the parties involved... Suffice it to say that a believe a date to the opera was arranged, and I wish them both well at Don Giovanni.
- posted by This Little Kitty @ 12:41 PM

 
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Must I wait any longer? Surely it is time for me to unlock the ankle chain that tethers me firmly to the DayJob desk, and make a break, for the Weekend and for Presents? I chew at my lip and slump in my seat as the sky darkens slowly, too slowly, and edges me slowly towards the Grandest of Ages, oh mystical Twenty-Four. So good they named a TV show after it, and it had Keifer Sutherland and everything.
- posted by This Little Kitty @ 3:10 PM