Razorblades and Knives

Sigh.

I'll be honest. I'm only writing this to get e-mails. Everyone is gone. Nichole and Diana went to Les Mis and Katie went to some club with some guy from our group because he got free tickets. FINALLY. I am here by myself with no one to bug me, no one to steal the computer from me, no one to talk to me, and NO ONE TO BREATHE ON ME.

I think I'm getting late-in-life only-child syndrome. No, actually I think the real difference is that when my brothers and sisters are bugging me, I can tell them exactly what I think and tell them exactly where to go. But when it's other people, you nod and you put on a perma-smile and you tell yourself that you can strangle your bedspread instead.

Katie and I went to a music bar last night. It was in a basement, dark, random furniture in shadowed corners, lots of smoke, lots of piercings and hair hack jobs. Various unknown artists were performing, like crooner #1 sharing his heartfelt ballad, Razorblades and Knives. It's hard to clutch your purse to your chest, hold your breath, and stand with your back rigidly against a wall for an hour and a half. At least Katie had fun!

I went to a jewellery sale party tonight with Fran and Marie after work. We took a cab there. The drivers here are psychos. Maybe I'm not one to talk about that, but roughly 392 people should die everyday on the London streets, at the hands of these swerving, speeding maniacs. This is what I call a modern-day miracle. Anyway, we got to the sale, and the store (called Nude - important detail!) was smaller than my freshman year dormroom. I felt super cool asking for orange juice, as it was the only non-alcoholic drink they had.

We booked our 4-day cruise in Greece. We won't be going to Istanbul, but we'll be going to a different place in Turkey. The flight prices went up, though - a lot. Katie is being very OCD about the whole thing. She almost didn't go out tonight so that she could help her dad look up flight costs. Must refrain from attacking her.

I'm in a bad mood tonight. TGI (almost) Friday. I think I'm going to go to bed before they all get back so I don't have to deal with anyone. Just let me read Bridget Jones in peace!!