O Jesus, of course it turns out that I was hideously rude without meaning to be at the reading on Saturday. Francesca and Molly think I'm a bitch now, and probably everybody else did, too, but they have yet to bring it up.

When I got up to read not everybody was paying attention (it was noisy in the room), and I was the first one to read so who knew if everyone was aware that it was starting, so I yelled out "Everybody has to fucking look at me!" or something to get their attention, and apparently it wasn't entirely clear that I was just kidding. I thought that it was so over-the-top that it was obvious, but I guess it was only obvious to me.

Ah well, I apologized and that's all I can do, as I told Molly, it's not as though I expect us to become blood sisters now, but I do want them and anyone else to know that I'm not entirely the bitchy snobby pushy nasty rude cunt that I appeared to be.

At least I hope I'm not.

By the way, since writing this I heard back from both Francesca and Molly saying not to worry about it, that everything's cool, but I'm still extremely upset. I know can't expect everyone to like me, but I do anyway. It's my failing.

I don't feel like writing anymore. Here, I've been saving this for a rainy day, and the rain is pouring down, so:

I don't want to read another new journal. I'm behind on the ones that I do read, which are too many to start with, and the last thing I need is read another one. In fact, after the last one that jumped down my throat and made me read it (Kate's If I Wrote You) I decided No more!

Well, lately there has been buzz on a new journal, the credulous jellyfish, that I have been studiously ignoring, and intelligent posts from the writer on Diary L that I have refused to get drawn in by, until finally, Friday, I peeked at the journal just to get it the hell out of my way.

"You do not have time to read another journal!" I said sternly to myself, "So if you are not drawn in by word one, you are outta there!"

So I looked at the first entry, this one...and fell in love. Firmly against my will. I have neither the time nor the inclination to have a crush on another journal (note that I said journal and not journaller) but I felt that I was the only one with a good word to say about spiders, it was so nice to read someone say that they were careful not to kill one!

So I read more. And more. And more. And she does my trick of never explaining things and expecting you to keep up and pay attention, and she digs firemen and quotes Billy Bragg and I read the whole thing. I'm hooked. Dammit.

So what I'm trying to say is, if you don't have time to read another journal stay away! Don't click that link! And if you do, don't blame me.

Today's horoscope:
Nothing escapes your eagle eye these days. Seekers of justice find a mountain of new evidence disguised as a molehill. When it's time for answers, you'll know exactly which questions to ask.

One year ago today:
"Then do it and stop fucking around!"

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