I woke up 15 minutes late this morning. I could hear the morning traffic outside as I lay in bed, covered in a stream of yellow-white sunshine from the side of the blinds - I didn't put them up quite right, on either side is space for sunshine to peek through.
I didn't even want to get out of bed today, everything was saying no and the sunshine was like a drug, lulling me. I worked from home today, mostly on the carpet - I dunno sometimes I just like sitting on the carpet with my laptop. I drank myself out of coffee so I'm surely going into the office tomorrow.
Got a call from the estate agent also, it's like I haven't even moved out yet but they want viewing of this place already two months before I move out. I said Saturday. Next time, I'll say next month. I'm kinda happy to be moving - the thought works for me right now, sure when I have to heave stuff around it'll be different but right now I'm so under it.
One of the greatest things about working from home is not that you can walk over to the Fridge and grab a glass of Orange juice or even having coffee out your favourite mug(which is pretty OK). The best thing is feeling temporarily lost and alone for a while, the kind of lost you feel when you're running at night, through London under the night lights. Like know one knows you and you're just alone and no ones talking to you. I like that feeling the most. Its better though when you're running but during the week, its kinda the closest I get.
I had Indian tonight, one of the perks of single living is having a plethora of takeout options. Lama Korma. And these funny spinach-I-look-dodgy dishe which reminds me of my last meeting with Huey... Still, I don't have to do the dishes but I guess what goes around comes around - I still take the rubbish out.
Went for a 6km run yesterday from work. I had a backpack on, my boots, iPad, bookend work clothes in it. It killed my run. I had to stop several times. I got through it though and probably has a bit to do with me not so inclined to get up today. I should probably go to the gum more now that it's lighting up outside. I probably will.
I gotta keep running. Same thing with everything, I guess - gotta just keep running.
Anyhow. Just thinking about a thing that's coming up in a couple of weeks and how small talk is unfortunately the social lubricant which fills me with intense contempt which according to a quick google search is "a secondary emotion (not among the original six emotions) and is a mix of the primary emotions disgust and anger" - bit harsh perhaps I think.
Actually, while I'm here, I realise that pretty much sorta matches how I feel about those estate agents that called today...
Still, I think I can do a even better psychoanalysis - I'm closer inclined to being cynical, which is being "distrustful of human sincerity". Yeah, that's what I think about small talk. I can't deny it's a skill though.
Yeah so, besides that introduction into my psyche, I've also got to host a viewing this Saturday for these Estate agent dudes - gonna have to jack up the place, pull my undies off the TV, wash the dishes, remove my toothbrush from the bookshelf - you know, that sorta thing - its a good thing I guess. I need a gentle upper-backside kick every once in while :-) Time to get my finger out.
I had such a complex night last night while i was sleeping. I remember having at least 4 different story lines in my dreams last night - I cannot for the life I me remember the any ones plot, the character or even the general gist of them. But I had four dreams. How utterly Bizzar-o.
Just like a multi-can can one coke, life and happiness should not be sold separately.
I didn't even want to get out of bed today, everything was saying no and the sunshine was like a drug, lulling me. I worked from home today, mostly on the carpet - I dunno sometimes I just like sitting on the carpet with my laptop. I drank myself out of coffee so I'm surely going into the office tomorrow.
Got a call from the estate agent also, it's like I haven't even moved out yet but they want viewing of this place already two months before I move out. I said Saturday. Next time, I'll say next month. I'm kinda happy to be moving - the thought works for me right now, sure when I have to heave stuff around it'll be different but right now I'm so under it.
One of the greatest things about working from home is not that you can walk over to the Fridge and grab a glass of Orange juice or even having coffee out your favourite mug(which is pretty OK). The best thing is feeling temporarily lost and alone for a while, the kind of lost you feel when you're running at night, through London under the night lights. Like know one knows you and you're just alone and no ones talking to you. I like that feeling the most. Its better though when you're running but during the week, its kinda the closest I get.
I had Indian tonight, one of the perks of single living is having a plethora of takeout options. Lama Korma. And these funny spinach-I-look-dodgy dishe which reminds me of my last meeting with Huey... Still, I don't have to do the dishes but I guess what goes around comes around - I still take the rubbish out.
Went for a 6km run yesterday from work. I had a backpack on, my boots, iPad, bookend work clothes in it. It killed my run. I had to stop several times. I got through it though and probably has a bit to do with me not so inclined to get up today. I should probably go to the gum more now that it's lighting up outside. I probably will.
I gotta keep running. Same thing with everything, I guess - gotta just keep running.
Anyhow. Just thinking about a thing that's coming up in a couple of weeks and how small talk is unfortunately the social lubricant which fills me with intense contempt which according to a quick google search is "a secondary emotion (not among the original six emotions) and is a mix of the primary emotions disgust and anger" - bit harsh perhaps I think.
Actually, while I'm here, I realise that pretty much sorta matches how I feel about those estate agents that called today...
Still, I think I can do a even better psychoanalysis - I'm closer inclined to being cynical, which is being "distrustful of human sincerity". Yeah, that's what I think about small talk. I can't deny it's a skill though.
Yeah so, besides that introduction into my psyche, I've also got to host a viewing this Saturday for these Estate agent dudes - gonna have to jack up the place, pull my undies off the TV, wash the dishes, remove my toothbrush from the bookshelf - you know, that sorta thing - its a good thing I guess. I need a gentle upper-backside kick every once in while :-) Time to get my finger out.
I had such a complex night last night while i was sleeping. I remember having at least 4 different story lines in my dreams last night - I cannot for the life I me remember the any ones plot, the character or even the general gist of them. But I had four dreams. How utterly Bizzar-o.
Just like a multi-can can one coke, life and happiness should not be sold separately.