2025-05-30
• weeknotes • 432 words
I'm writing these up really late (the Friday after), but I am at least doing them! A full week of keeping the diary at night will help me remember, too. Yay for doing things that then benefit oneself in the future!
I got up late as I was very tired, and didn't do a lot. In the evening, I saw my mates and we played Dead Island 2. Quite fun!
I've started to have thoughts about other languages again, promiscuous promiscuous! Georgian, Mongolian, Tibetan...
We saw Phantom of the Opera in the evening. Really good!
I went to the station after work at four (starting at eight to make up the time), and went the Barbican for a disgusting falafel wrap and a lovely cinnamon bun, where it was very busy as the LPO were performing there. I went to see a jazz vocals show at the GSMD, which was really good. There was a song about an orange giving joyous merriment.
In the evening, I tried to go to the British Academy, but the trains were not working very well: my first train terminated early and I had to try find an alternative route. I would have been very late, so I ended up just not going and basically just rode the trains home (still took a fair while to do this) and read on the way. Actually a decent time out, and fairly enjoyable just to be on the trains whilst reading.
In the evening, I went to the opera house to see Faust. Beforehand I stopped in Zizzi's quickly and grabbed a bruschetta. The show is really good, albeit long (3h40m, first half is 2h). There was a pause after an hour to rearrange the set and a good deal of people just left thinking it was an interval. I don't think they were allowed back in.
The show gives me somewhat of the vibes of The Monk, in that it is about working with the Devil, and how it never pays.
I didn't do a great deal, but decided I would reduce my tech use a little; I want to have less screentime. In the morning I went to the cafe to study.
My sister came round to redo my nails (to add the gel over them, to help me stop biting them - three weeks clear now and they are growing well, but the problem I have is that I still like to pick at them!). A copious harvest of strawberries at the allotment (I gave half of them away to my neighbour). Indian in the evening, which was really good.