Less of the long posts, more of the....er....succinct ones.
Well I've been hell bent on dying from exhaustion it seems, well at the rate I've been going of late it'll be inevitable. New York completely shattered me, walked more than I've ever done (and I stand and walk on my feet for 9 1/2 hours a day non stop)plus all the activity, travelling and oh so lovely jet lag. Then...then I decide it would be a great idea to go out the day after I get back. And the night after that.
Ummm, see I blame a girl. It's girls fault in general, but more specifically one in particular. Watch my universal ability to meet someone I click with just before they leave the country.
This is getting rediculous. I mean this is actually the third time that's happened.
So...best of a somewhat tolerable situation which then gets progressivly more pissed off with the universe, time is spent together.
Wasn't expecting that at all, I mean I was completey blindsided by where it all came from and how stupidly easy it all was.
Screw you Venice! *throws rocks at the pissy wet city*
Yep. So to recap, I've run myself into complete and all pervasive lethargy, I briefly met a girl who fit it seemed, she then flew to the capital of soggy socks and I continue to go to work on about two hours sleep a night.
Heh, I was hoping things would get interesting after my trip.
I should vacate the country more often.
I would have dearly loved to have gone to the SG Ireland meet if I could have, but it appears to be off anyway. We have stock take in work and I swear my boss thinks he's a Drill Instructor. "All leave is cancelled, don't make any plans and kiss your sweetheart goodbye for the next week and a half". I've really got to pry that Full Metal Jacket DVD from his clutches.
That and 'Glengarry, Glenross' have managed to make work seem like a surreal art house play.
I've pretty much decided to jump ship, it's just finding something else now and working out what to do with myself.
At the moment my brain is typing this directly using my fingertips, none of this is being processed by any part of my concious mind. Chirst knows exactly who's typing this, perhaps it's the part that usually controls my spleen or the like. Who knew spleen brain zone could be so coherent, I would say elequent but we know that's a lie.
We? Who the hell is we?
Ok then this is getting strange, strung out on a couple hours sleep in a week...playing tricks with my head.
As much as I'd dearly love to continue this experiment, actually perhaps this experiment would dearly love to continue itself, I should really go climb into bed and rest.
I say rest, there's no guarantee I'll sleep right now. Being so sleep deprived tends to lead to more deprivation in some bizzare self fullfilling prophecy.
I bet it's all a ploy by Spleen Zone to kickstart his literary career.
Devious bastard.
Anyway, night.
(Look, no photos! I'll spare you those for a while)
Well I've been hell bent on dying from exhaustion it seems, well at the rate I've been going of late it'll be inevitable. New York completely shattered me, walked more than I've ever done (and I stand and walk on my feet for 9 1/2 hours a day non stop)plus all the activity, travelling and oh so lovely jet lag. Then...then I decide it would be a great idea to go out the day after I get back. And the night after that.
Ummm, see I blame a girl. It's girls fault in general, but more specifically one in particular. Watch my universal ability to meet someone I click with just before they leave the country.
This is getting rediculous. I mean this is actually the third time that's happened.
So...best of a somewhat tolerable situation which then gets progressivly more pissed off with the universe, time is spent together.
Wasn't expecting that at all, I mean I was completey blindsided by where it all came from and how stupidly easy it all was.
Screw you Venice! *throws rocks at the pissy wet city*
Yep. So to recap, I've run myself into complete and all pervasive lethargy, I briefly met a girl who fit it seemed, she then flew to the capital of soggy socks and I continue to go to work on about two hours sleep a night.
Heh, I was hoping things would get interesting after my trip.
I should vacate the country more often.
I would have dearly loved to have gone to the SG Ireland meet if I could have, but it appears to be off anyway. We have stock take in work and I swear my boss thinks he's a Drill Instructor. "All leave is cancelled, don't make any plans and kiss your sweetheart goodbye for the next week and a half". I've really got to pry that Full Metal Jacket DVD from his clutches.
That and 'Glengarry, Glenross' have managed to make work seem like a surreal art house play.
I've pretty much decided to jump ship, it's just finding something else now and working out what to do with myself.
At the moment my brain is typing this directly using my fingertips, none of this is being processed by any part of my concious mind. Chirst knows exactly who's typing this, perhaps it's the part that usually controls my spleen or the like. Who knew spleen brain zone could be so coherent, I would say elequent but we know that's a lie.
We? Who the hell is we?
Ok then this is getting strange, strung out on a couple hours sleep in a week...playing tricks with my head.
As much as I'd dearly love to continue this experiment, actually perhaps this experiment would dearly love to continue itself, I should really go climb into bed and rest.
I say rest, there's no guarantee I'll sleep right now. Being so sleep deprived tends to lead to more deprivation in some bizzare self fullfilling prophecy.
I bet it's all a ploy by Spleen Zone to kickstart his literary career.
Devious bastard.
Anyway, night.
(Look, no photos! I'll spare you those for a while)
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cosmia:
Nooo, you're so unlucky! (In love).. get some sleep!
cosmia:
I will post photos, promise! But I am using a film camera at the moment so it could be a while... also they will be TERRIBLE, and I keep pressing down the shutter release fully instead of just checking the light metre so half of them will be of the side of someone's head or a close up of a shoulder or something.. Photography is hard!