moon woman

S is back tomorrow, or possibly very late tonight. In the 10 days he’s been gone, I’ve been drifting around the house, Ms. Havisham like, trailing smoke and enjoying the silence. A decided enough was enough on Friday, and I ended up spending the night at her house, where we watched planet earth (really, how cool is that set?) and hung out on her terrace. From our perch, up there on the 7th floor, we could see straight into the neighbouring houses.  Apartment living really does encourage voyeurism; you watch, somewhat diverted, as inside each brightly lit box people get on with the arduous business of living . (Unfortunately, no one was having wild-monkey-sex.) Also, occassionally, you find someone looking right back at you. <claustrophobia>

Stayed up till 4 a.m last night with K, D and R. Despite none of us managing to get good and stinking drunk, E’s balcony was all we needed to unwind completely. Her house is out in the boondocks, and actually affords a view - paddy fields by night. 

Sab is back in town, and she brought me the Graveyard Book. (I dig that Gaiman posted the entire book online for free and managed to top the best seller lists pretty much simultaneously.) What with all the wonderful downloads I’ve got going, the end of mediscene week chaos, and the pizza that just arrived, I’m feeling optimistic.

Rumour has it that this week is going to be better than the last.