I read a biography of Virginia Woolf by Nigel Nicolson, who's the daughter of Virginia's lover, Vita. Mostly I thought the book was very good, but I took exception to Nigel's declaration that there was no evidence to support Virginia's claims of having been molested by her half-brother George and therefore it was unlikely to have happened. Later in the book, Nigel stated that this George fella was a decent person and an upstanding member of society. Awright, fuck you, Nigel! I mean, how *dare* he throw away a fact just because it was ugly and unpalatable. And "evidence"? You think the perp is going to leave evidence around to be discovered? GAWD. That really pissed me off. Methinks Nigel was too close to the subject, personally knew the people discussed, and thus was unable to be objective.
I was feeling so blah yesterday, I made a pan of brownies. Why the hell are brownies so hard? Mixing the stuff together is easy enough, but I never get the baking right, and that is key. My brownies, while good, were slightly overbaked.
Last night I slept more or less peacefully since I took my meds, and today I feel more energetic.
No one bid on my doll dress. I may have to go back to repainting to get some dineros.
I love looking at Newman's muscles. Holy shit, he's a gorgeous cat.
It's warm outside, maybe I should go for another run. Why not go up another notch on the skank-o-meter before I take a shower. Oh wait, I just ate a bunch of brownies. I have to wait for them to digest.
6:45 PM
Next time I make brownies, I'm adding more chocolate. These weren't chocolaty enough.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:05 PM
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Nigel....pfffffthtpfth. Ummm... what sort of evidence was he looking for? A signed confession?
He was a rather odd-ball character himself from what I understand.
Charlie is getting lots of muscle now. Fortunately enough to be able to jump in my lap without shredding my legs. This is a very good thing indeed.
Was? I didn't realize he was dead. You're so much more literate than I!
I must have subconsiously remembered that he was dead - he died last year. I've been to the family home - Sissinghurst. It's quite lovely. But the family is just... not... normal. Very interesting, but I think I'd take anything that any of them said with a grain of salt.
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