My
head is sore, and there is a hole in the brick wall.
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I just realised it's been a long time since I last posted. Time has flown by... I've certainly kept myself busy.
The past two weeks, in dash points! - Sydney is crap town. - Good pants are hard to find. - D&D rocks. I'm going to a second group tonight. - Theatersports rocks even more. - The second D&D group is full of theatersports people. - I need to learn to make sales. - Home automation rocks. - It's windy, and I did the washing. - Wandering your neighbours lawns looking for your underpants is an interesting way to meet people. - I've been downloading lots of Kidneythieves and No Doubt. |
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Burnt out. I've thrown myself into work recently- Which was pretty easy, I was training on the Gold Coast and there wasn't much distractions. And I enjoyed doing it. But yesterday, there was another bloody car audio install.
There is a massive difference between training for home automation and fucking around cutting holes in cars. And I certainly prefer the latter. I just got over it, and wanted to go home, which was a dramatic contrast to not wanting to leave, the day before. Next week will be spent in Sydney. Home theater, which is somewhere between the two. We'll see how it goes. I miss her. |
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I went along to a Theatersports rehersal tonight. I haven't had a chance to really flow for ages. I'm still not up on the performing side of things, not as driven as I used to be, but talking to other Drama Types was great. Just rambling stories... Taking things in odd directions.
It's refreshing, talking in 'open' statements, leaving something for the other party to build on, rather than a 'closed' statement, saying what you say as fact, final, all there is to it. Ad the other highlight of the day: My Beyer's arrived! |
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How about we just pretend last week never happened?
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There is a mother that catches the same bus as I do, some mornings. Her daughter is disabled, and doesn't have the use of her legs.
Obviously, she doesn't seem to be the cheeriest of children. I saw her laughing the other day. One of her brothers was pulling faces, or somesuch, and she was giggling like a little Anna. It bought a smile to my face, to see such a thing. The mother, however... She quickly shushed the two in a very frustrated manner, just like so many other mothers I have seen with so many other children. It's just the same old situation. One or two general, or even major, changes don't make a speck of difference. |