Well, when I opened this to write a page, I thought I had something to write. And now I don’t. Or at least I can’t think what it is what I want to write.
I don’t know what it is but my mood at the moment is, to use a psychologists phrase, FUCKED (yes, in capitals).
And I have no idea why.
It could simply be because I’m tired, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions. Tomorrow should show if it is tiredness as I’ll be able to sleep a bit longer.
Either way I still don’t get it. We had a great week out with work last week (see previous post) and even the last couple of days with the Egyptian guests were enjoyable, if hectic. Actually felt a little bit odd seeing as I was sort of out of the loop with what was going on (no organization or particular planning, for want of a better phrase) and more of a bit-part. But even despite that it was a nice bunch and we had a good laugh, so I don’t know why that’d have put me in such a foul state of mind. Smegging weird.
I need to shake it off though before the next trip because it left me feeling totally disconnected on the boat, which wasn’t a particularly great feeling. We’ll see though.
Anyway, I just came back to this thing after a few hour break and I think I’m starting to do two things:
- Get over the weird mood (replaced by caffeine-induced shaking)
- Work out why I was in it in the first place
The reason why I think I’m in it a few different aspects, but for some reason I reckon one part of it is that I missed a few things happening recently that, whilst I didn’t think I would mind missing, I seem to.
Most of this, funnily enough for those of you that know me, is related to my sister.
She turned 18 last week, which I missed, and just today started a new ‘proper job’, even if its only temporary or to put her on for a while until she can do something else.
Now, those of you who know me know that me and my sister have a certain love-hate relationship, mainly that we love to hate each other.
But that’s a bit harsh, because in recent years we’ve mellowed to each other a bit more, making life a tad easier, but even so I think the missing her birthday and the like. Hell, who am I kidding? I don’t know what my minds thinking of!
Either way, anyone who saw me yesterday, please accept my apologies for a foul mood. I don’t think I was offenisve to anyone, just a bit blunt!
I’m just about finished working on the gallery segment for the site, check out the linkage later.
In other news I still feel a sudden urge for some piercings and tattoos. Piercings I think I know what I want (read: NOT nipple…) but tattoos I’m still undecided on. Guess I’ve got plenty of time to work it out though! Also just added a proverbial shed-load of desired CDs to my rather meaningless amazon wishlist. My birthdays coming up, just think about it…
Oh, and do take note that I used the term ‘shed-load’ as opposed to my more common ‘shit-load’ there, and for good reason. How many CDs do you reckon you can physically crap out in one go? I mean, I can crap like a good ‘un, but all the same, if I managed to pump out 450+cds worth of crap I’d probably only have seconds to appreciate my feat before passing out / dying.
Food for thought.
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“And the good samaritan’s dressing, he’s getting ready for the show. He’s going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row…”
– Bob Dylan, Desolation Row
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