A day of rest

I’m having a rather lazy day so I’m not going to write much. I started making some notes earlier, but I think I’ll turn them into a post for another time.

I’d like to go to bed early because I have a sneaking suspicion that this will be another busy week.

Yesterday afternoon I went with Kate Byrne to see a cute little exhibition by Torunn Higgins called the Sewn Machine at Sweets Workshop in Summer Hill. Both the exhibition and the gallery gave me standard creativity envy. As Kate pointed out there aren’t that many people who can catalogue maps, but I do wish I could do something more creative than knit rectangular objects.

Afterwards we went for coffee and chats. Or rather I had coffee and Kate had some sort of melted, gelatinous, chocolatey goo. She barely touched it so the waiter gave us some free baked treats to take away to make up for it.

I decided to spend the night at the Glebe apartment. I still had a few tech issues but I’m learning, and I now understand why things didn’t work. I have to give myself credit for being a fast learner and persevering, even when I just want to bang my head against the wall.

My reward was watching movies on a large TV, sipping on Hendrick’s. First up I watched ‘A Cat Among the Pigeons’ .. good ol’ Poirot. Then I watched Easy A. I hadn’t heard much about it, except that lots of people whose opinions I value seemed to have enjoyed it. Turns out it was a teen/school movie of sorts, but it worked. I really enjoyed it. After that I finally watched the Social Network. I’ve had it at home for ages but never watched it so I thought I might as well. JT in it just annoyed me. I have to admit I skipped lots. I can cross it off my list at least.

I can’t seem to be able to sleep in any more (although it doesn’t feel like this on work days) so I woke up this morning and decided to go and get breakfast. I had a bit of a headache so I just went to the first cafe I found and ordered a coffee and a ham & cheese croissant. It wasn’t the most stylish of places but it was busy, seemed to be full of locals, the coffee was tolerable, and my croissant was tasty. I read the Sunday Telegraph (forgive me) and then headed home.

It was a lovely day so I was motivated to do something and packed up my stuff, got in the car and drove back to my place. Silly move. Walked into my apartment and it was dark dark dark. It could have been 3am in my room for all I knew. My whole mood changed and I was suddenly tired. I started to watch Blackadder from Season 1, Episode 1, then had a nap. I ended up sleeping till past 5pm.

I was going to go out and return my public library books, uni library books, and go to the supermarket, but one of my friends texted to see if I wanted to go the pub. Probably I shouldn’t have, but after doing nothing all day I wanted to get out. We just went up the road, had 2 drinks, left at 8:30 and came back home. With old age comes responsibility, or something like that.

So here we are. If I wasn’t blogging every day I wouldn’t be writing tonight. The words aren’t flowing and they don’t feel right. It all feels a bit “dear diary” … when you first get a diary and you’re convinced that THIS TIME you’re going to write EVERY DAY …but of course you don’t.

Mind you, I don’t think keeping this going will be a problem. Earlier today I was thinking how now that I have started writing I want to write about everything. One of the reasons that twitter meshed with me was that I used to always walk along wishing I could share moments with people. Seeing funny things, sharing thoughts, having a little running commentary going inside my head, but no way to get it all out. And then twitter came along and suddenly it just all made sense somehow. Other people understood. These same things happened to them.

Then that terrible moment where the natural commentary stopped and I started thinking of things in tweets, in 140 characters. It doesn’t happen like that now, but it did for a few months.

And today, already, I found myself thinking in blog posts …

What have I done?

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