Day 299: Cheese Cheeks

Haw haw haw!

Wow... I skipped a day, even though in some ways, it was a day to be especially grateful for. Good times with Jerry - he made me laugh A LOT. He nearly made me lose it a couple of times while I was on stage. Well, he did, twice, but I kind of kept it out of the line of focus. He was on fire today. Upstaged me like a motherfucker, but it was worth it, because it was absolute magic. SUCH a pleasure to play with someone that good. So much fun. 

He did it again today. Very good. Very good indeed. He must get used to that - being able to incapacitate people. It's a great feeling. I realise there aren't many people who can make me lose it. I love it when I find people who can. That reminds me - I love the phrase 'lose my shit'. The girl on the plane on the way back from Australia (leg 2) said it a lot, in a very strong Australian accent (even though she was proper Russian). "I'm about to Lose. My. Shit." You could hear the full stops. I thought she was just ACE.

A flow of wolves. Visual poetry, this.

Yesterday's evening with my mum was very nice and very refreshing. I'm pleased with both of us. We did well. It could have been so much harder than it was, but there was willing on both sides, big time, and we got a lot out of it, I think. A much gentler way of communicating than we've managed before. I am grateful for everything that happened in Australia that helped with that, and also to Luke Beahan, who helped with flavours of his NVC way of getting on things. I have struggled with the book, but his guidance as made it more fun to play with and I'm enjoying using it. I may call it other things, but some of what I"m playing with is very similar. Anyway: Well done all of us. Good work all round. And I learnt some lovely things too. And some less lovely, but all so useful. Very, very interesting indeed. Thank you.

Lovely dinner of sausage casserole (full of surprises) and tasty vegetables. How delightful to be cooked for! And texts from lovely people. Emily is so very pleasing! I think we're going to play on Saturday. I'm excited already. Saturday's looking fat and happy - a birthday party for Grundel Minor, a catch up with Steve Pringles and a faceful of Cuphead Moon (rather than Mooncup Head - that would be horrible). Can't say fairer than that, can you? And I might well yoga up my bones in the morning, in Dalston. Good stuff indeed. 

And tonight, an impromptu date. It went quite well. I can't really claim any more that I 'don't do dating' or that it's something that's beyond me. It's just not true. I had a nice time with a lovely person, but I'm not really bought in. I don't like internet dating, or dating full stop. I've been considering it as 'romance with stabilisers' and I don't really like that, because although I often just dabble in it, it does involve real people. Real people who know the game that's being played, but nevertheless. It IS nice to meet lovely new people, and it's the expectation that gets in the way for me... Is it doing any harm? I'm not sure. I need to take the whole thing a bit less seriously and just have fun. 

It could be that I just need to be a little bit braver in real life. Looked at from another angle, being braver could be the best game ever, whether or not it bears the kind of fruit I'm thinking about. Hmm. What a great thing to go to sleep on. That and the St. Agur blue cheese. Strap in for the ride tonight - it's going to be... cheesy. And terribly important. 

Perhaps I shall dream of this fox. I kind of hope not.