The Old And The New

A lot happened today. I was thinking of writing an entry, after I overdosed on Twitter updates (I like to call them tweets, but that may be open to interpretation, especially in future). Anyway, to sum up, I slept badly, got up late, did 15km on my exercise bike, went to the hospital to have my blood taken, walked back home through a very springlike park, made goat cheese and herb pizzas from scratch, and then went to Lidl, bought stuff for a tarte tatin I’ve decided to make for my grandmother’s birthday the day after tomorrow, and a bottle of wine, which I then drank.

Now, after that wine, and some weird cocktails made from the only ingredients I had (soy milk, Glayva, white crème de cacao and Licór 43), I happened to look at Michael’s Facebook profile.

Ha! When I founded this journal, Facebook, and of course Twitter, weren’t even imagineable. Well, anyway, I have oftentimes moped about his profile. I’m glad he hasn’t the time to update regularly. Still, I love him to this day, in a way.

Thankfully, I remember now, I have had one other piece of news today: I have been offered a place to study at Manchester University, for a postgraduate degree. I’d’ve gone there, had I not applied to Oxford, and had he not tempted me for my first Masters application. My future may be secured. It was always my intention to live in that city (Manchester) before my 30th birthday (thanks to the original influence of Queer as Folk), and now it seems I’ll have my wish. Maybe life ain’t so bad.