Tag: Life

Man I hate working when the weather’s this good. I also hate the blister I have on my foot. I hate the bills that come in, I hate… well I’m just so pissed off and in such a “aww screw this!” mood that I pretty much hate everything.

Except that’s not really true, I need a holiday… I need to spend sometime NOT thinking about work, and relaxing properly.

I need to be more aggressive, I’m getting left behind for being too nice, not demanding enough. Maybe I should change careers, I would love to work with animals, or anything more rewarding than what I do now. I am soooo hacked off with work right now. I’m not sure if it’s just my usual – I want it all – mood, or whether I have a legitimate right to be pissed off.

Actually scratch that. I don’t care whether I have the right or not. Fuck it.

I love being proved right! Just after lunchtime on Monday, the sun is splitting the sky, and I’m in the ‘I could really do with not being here’ mood. S has just said she needs a holiday and I know how she feels.

Still badminton tonight, something else for me to do, and the re-design is… well it is gonna happen…

Recharged after an excellent weekend. Sunshine, a couple of good days, and life is rosy again, isn’t it funny how quickly things can change…

It’s weekends like that, that make Mondays so bad.

Wednesday, slipping down. I’m in that strange place where I can’t be bothered with anything, but desperately want to try something new. Yoga? The often mentioned T’ai Chi? Self-improvement seems to be a continual push, so I’m obviously not happy with me right now. But then I always want more. It’s true.

When will I stop?

Another indicator – Rage Against the Machine, Korn, Skunk Anansie. Radiohead is the next stop.

The International Aids Conference kicks off today, and I’m forced to count my blessings. I hate being forced to do anything, but I can always make some exceptions.

Now is it only me, or are there too many good causes to support? If (sorry, when) I win the lottery I will give virtually all the money to charity. OK so I know, and you know that I won’t, but I would like to, and surely it’s the thought that counts… right? Hmmm I feel a SomeTHiNG coming on… which also reminds me to re-visit my short pieces and see if I’ve advanced the ideas yet.

Coffee time. Later.