I thought people hibernated this time of year

Today is gorgeous. It's kind of cold, but the light is silvery; with that thin, diminished quality that attracts me so much to the winter. I spent much of the day wandering around, singing about mechanical men and not breathing, and talking to Tait. We went to the Merton Thrift store, where I found a gorgeous sweater, an Ursula K LeGuin novel, a copy of The Naked Ape, but no pants. Tait found a snazzy vest, and other interesting books. I hardly have time to read, but I am addicted to buying used books. On my way home, I ran into Ramon, who lent me his computer so that I can become one of those irritating laptop people who sit at a four-top at the Crazy Mocha by themselves for way too long. Oh well.

I keep forgetting lately that I've got no tolerance to speak of, and drinking slightly too much when I'm out. And for some reason, it seems to be a winter of large groups meeting out of necessity. At least going out means networking. Talked to Swifty about reading at a future variety show, and talked to this girl about doing some burlesque dancing with her group (though I'd be terrified to do that in public). Also, it's just been the case of hyping Ism whenever possible, and getting excited about the projects that other people have got in the works. It actually feels pretty healthy, and hopefully the spring will see all of those things pan out gracefully. Hopefully the recording will be finished efficiently, and sound good enough to distribute (in some way). But I must remember that going out doesn't necessarily need to be accompanied by drinking, and then the flirting that comes with it. I don't know why, but I keep getting various numbers from people, and I'm sure exactly of the intent some of them are given with. I suppose that's what my posse of attractive, skinny men is for: keeping me out of trouble.