(diaryland) February 11, 2013 - 2:47 p.m.

I had a very mixed weekend. There was a night-time romp through the botanical gardens, and a death in the family. Playing violin under a tree in a dress I made myself; giving a first piano lesson; Informer by Snow and associated memories; crying into my fists for 30 seconds in the passenger seat of a car (not related to Snow).

I never cried into my fists before.

I hate it when you've been doing something awesomely fun, and then you find out some terrible thing was happening at the exact same time.

I have decided, I want bamboo.