Nose bleed.

Was having a nice coffee down at Sappho Books, with live Jazz music in the background, a fabulously warm winter afternoon, only to find myself blowing blood out of my nose. Pretty.

Anyway, after the craziness of last night, the final performance and the subsequent partying and excess consumption of alcohol at various locations around Sydney, I just wanted a nice relaxing afternoon of nothing. Picked up the latest Dance Australia with the review of The Show though unfortunately from Melbourne, the show had grown alot since then. Then wandered down to Gleebooks and bought Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point, having finished James Surowiecki's The Wisdom of Crowds a couple of days ago. I would have spent more time at Sappho Books but the nose bleed and the dizziness, not to mention the coffee that I spilt on myself, forced me to go home and have a lie down.

Meanwhile, Sappho Books on a lazy Sunday afternoon might end up being a regular thing. It's quite nice out there.

Apologies for the boring post. I could talk about last night's drinking, the random guy, ST's b/f punching someone in the mouth at Stonewall. But I'm not in the mood at the moment.

Tag: Sappho Books, Gleebooks.