Antisocial Avrelia amazingly annihilates angst.

Or not.

It’s been quite some time since I’ve posted here last. Sorry about that. I was nether to busy nor too angsty to post, I just… was lazy, I guess.

The life is going on and some stuff is happening, but it’s not too distracting, really – so far. I keep making LJ posts in my head, but by now I hardly remember what I wanted to say. Probably nothing of importance.

The spring is gone, and I am looking into the summer that greets me with the wicked heat. I was looking forward to summer, but now I am not that sure. Where is the nice mild weather? Or yes, not there. Anyway, watching the spring jumping over Toronto in May was a treat to eyes - I love all the May blossoming – tulips and daffodils, lilac and chestnuts… I wouldn’t mind it kept like for longer that one month. Except that last week I caught some nasty cold or something and was hiding at home and playing dead at work.

By now it almost disappeared. But during the “hiding at home phase I found an interesting place – 76_82 - Russian Lj community about our childhood – our generation’s weird childhood. It’s not blithely nostalgic –“look how good everything was” – it’s more of collecting the memories of that strange time – things, customs, rules of the games we played, movies and books, our fantasies and perceptions. Or course, for many the childhood was good just because it was childhood, never mind that we didn’t have a lot of things we can’t live without now.

What else I was wasting my time on:

1) Playing World of the Warcraft (too often)
2) Playing golf (twice)
3) Walking around
4) Reading
5) Watching movies and (occasionally) TV
6) seeing friends
7) thinking about Writercon a lot