I’m not caffeinated enough for this. For the last hour and a half I have been laying in bed reading the news on my N1 as if it were Sunday.
Truth is, it is Sunday, but it’s also a long weekend; a fact I’ve managed to forget three times in the last week. Goldfish-like, it’s always a surprise when I realise I’ve got an extra day of weekend.
Today was a recovery day. I watched some Stargate (which is starting to grate on me incredibly because the characters are all broken and non-canonical,) and I watched some Doctor Who which is generally good to numb the mind.
Now I have run out of new things to do, I’m out of bed again and contemplating how much I really couldn’t be bothered blogging any more and how stimulants would probably fix that little niggle. Now I don’t have to be asleep in two hours I’m considering making myself a coffee and walking the block a few times to get the blood flowing again before settling back down to while away the rest of my life.
- Posted June 13, 2010
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I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I rode to and from work today, and now I’m feeling guilty for not feeling like taking myself for a walk.
I dunno, this weekend feels insurmountable in that I don’t even know what it is I’m supposed to be doing. It feels like I’ve wasted it already.
It strikes me how tired I actually am right now. I might be full of caffeine, but I’m barely propped up in my chair. Thinking about it more I should probably just go to sleep.
- Posted June 11, 2010
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As I slip into bed I sigh with relief. It’s been a long day even though it’s only Tuesday yet, and I feel like I could use another weekend or two.
“Next weekend I’m going to do absolutely nothing,” I think to myself. “Nothing except maybe geeky stuff.”
Geeky stuff I find relaxing sometimes too.
Today was especially hard. It started with an hour-long meeting of the titans of IT, through which I stood the whole time because I am not titan enough for a seat. The afternoon then proceeded to be ruined by misunderstandings and bad ideas. The only thing that kept me going was the terrible coffee they have in the lunch room — you know the kind — the stuff that comes in a big white tin and tastes like the crushed spirits of the little people who make it for ten cents an hour. The day left me frazzled and disjointobulated, a portmanteau of frustrated and dazzled and disjointed and discombobulated; the latter a word I attribute to Tate.
When I got home I wanted to crawl into bed and hide from the world. Frankly, I don’t care for it and it can mind its own business as far as I’m concerned. So I did, and spent the afternoon divided between watching iView and planning my route to work for the next day.
As I slip into bed I sigh with relief, and think “I really ought to blog something.” I know it will make me tired in the morning, but I haven’t broken nearly enough English conventions this week and I fear I may miss my quota otherwise.
- Posted May 25, 2010
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Life has been lemony suck the last few months, but circumstances are improving once more. Closure, stability… an emotional clean slate may be within reach.
Still not game to get back on the bike, but I think this is the.week for it. I won’t be riding to work any time soon, but you know… baby steps.
Watch this space.
- Posted May 23, 2010
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I had another little injury on the Wednesday of last week which turned into a somewhat bigger injury on Friday afternoon.
I’d caught a rather nasty graze from some concrete in another incident along Kingsford Smith Drive on the Wednesday, which come Friday had started to turn red and hurt lots and lots. I ended up seeing the same doctor I’d seen after I had my last accident, and he wasn’t impressed at all that I’d managed to damage myself again. Nevertheless he patched me up and sent me on my way with a prescription for antibiotics and a rather expensive bandage.
This put a damper on the weekend, which ended up pretty tame overall. I didn’t much feel like going anywhere because every time I moved the wrong way my leg would flare up angrily and make all kinds of pain happen.
So I bought some computer bits, replaced my keyboard on warranty, ate ice cream, and played computer games with Jeremy for hours on end.
It wasn’t bad, but I am highly disappointed with myself and really just want to get better so I can feel reasonable, and get on with life. Until then I reserve the right to be grumpy and complain, which should be noted, I generally tend to do anyway.
- Posted May 16, 2010
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