Several days in the life

Hell, I didn't realise I hadn't written since the 26th. Time flies and so on. Yay Obama. Fuck Prop 8. And all that.

I've had two Cardigan Therapist visits since my last entry, making four total. She continues to wear a different cardigan each time. Last session she told me to get out more. With this in mind, I might go to the Boogaloo Blues Festival in town on Sunday. We'll see.

We're now into the second series of Babylon 5. This episode has Howlin' Mad Murdoch! Playing...a crazy guy. How I love me some Murdoch. Oh oh oh! And Garibaldi is not only cute, but damaged goods AND still a really nice guy. Plus, he can cook. Sigh.


In other news, I spent the weekend in Manchester, which is where I went to university (Salford, actually, but you know what I mean). Unfortunately, my dear favourite pub sacked my dear favourite DJ while I wasn't looking. Garrumph. Fuckers. However, the rest of it was smashing. I wore a dress on Saturday night and felt a bit foxy - one or two boys even looked at me! That never usually happens. I wasted lots of money on beer and in jukeboxes. And when I came home, the Owl brought me roses. I was deeply impressed.

All in all, this week beats the last few by miles. Now, if only I can draw something that's not utter shite, I'll be made.

At least I don't call her my analyst

Three posts in. Is it entirely too soon to mention therapy? Well, what the hey. I'm going to make a twat of myself here at some point, I may as well stop worrying.

I have taken to seeing a therapist. Counsellor. What have you. Monday was my second session. For the purposes of this blog, she is Cardigan Therapist. She heals through the power of soothing knitwear. This may only be partly true.

Cardigan Therapist is nice but ballsy. She makes suggestions about why I might feel a certain way, then calls me on it if she thinks I'm agreeing out of wimpitude. She gives me plenty to think about. This week's cardigan had nice buttons.

She also assures me that she won't ever take me out into the street and make me do extroverted things. I am pleased about this.

I'm going to be screwed if she turns up next week and isn't wearing a cardigan.