So, here I am at midnight typing out a blog post for no other reason than to hear my own voice. (read my own voice? idk someone should stop me I am far too tired for creative writing)
Today was a long day, for a number of reasons. The first reason, chronologically as well as in terms of importance, was that I had a 9am lecture this morning. As I am a slow morning person, I had to get up at 7am. This was a problem only because I decided to stay up until 2am the night before… knitting. Yeah, I know. I’m strange indeed. The lecture was uneventful, and the day passed without much excitement, although I did manage to bake 8 bread rolls.
The second reason, chronologically, was that I had arranged to go to a meetup this evening. For those not in the know (i.e. probably basically everyone; I’m not assuming you know anything because I don’t know who you are!) a meetup in this case means an ace meetup, i.e. a meetup of ace people. We went and hung out in a German bakery/cafe and I ate 3/4 of a delicious sandwich – for the record, I would have eaten the whole sandwich if it hadn’t been really weird being the only one eating – and talked about a number of topics, ranging from how weird straight people are to the ruin and horror that Moffat has wreaked upon our beloved Doctor Who. Oh, and music recitals, briefly. Then there was an extremely trippy art exhibition exploring colour and light – it’s called pinkyellowblue or something? Anyway, that was fun too. And then we all went home.
I think it’s nice, every so often, to just confirm that there are in fact other people like me and that they actually exist in England. It’s also good to just confirm that I am in fact capable these days of just talking to random strangers, even if it can be a bit tricky sometimes and you have to prop up the conversation with cake and tea. A good motto for life really: all problems may be easily solved, if only you have a little cake and tea.