It’s 9.00. And I don’t have to go to a screening. This feels very, very strange.
Yesterday was a bit wearing- saw The Beat That My Heart Skipped, which did finally win me over despite the fact that I spent most of the movie restless and not wanting to be in a Cinema. It’s not the movie’s fault, it’s just that I’ve been doing way too much of that kind of thing recently. I’ve got some Videotechqing to do over the next day, but if I don’t get it all done, that’s okay.
Slept well. Even managed to dream- all I can remember is being on a tube-type train where it had to pass through these various pink muslim curtains that had been hung over the track. George was with me, and had to run off at one station, and only just made it back in time. Nice to know that I’m getting to hang out with her in my subconscious, even if it’s not going to be happening for another week.
I’ve got two more nights at the hostel. Three more days in Edinburgh. There’s stuff to do when I get home, but for the moment, I’m just looking forward to being back in London, in my flat, and not having to move from the sofa for a while.