Peaceful, Queasy Feeling
Sep. 10th, 2004 07:12 pmA new world record... 5 nights home in a row!!
A worrying record actually... it IS Friday night after all... & it's payday... Could it be that I'm getting financially responsible in my early middle age & have subconsciously started saving for the trip to Melbourne in 13 days from now?
The week in review, therefore is full of not much news. A couple of problems at work I thought I'd seen the last of, came back in different forms with new twists in the tail, but on the whole a painless set of 5. All other dramas on the personal front have been documented in previous entries. Still can't bring myself to be civil to anyone who hits things semi-rhythmically though. I had a call from "Another Drummer" this evening before I left work, who unleashed an elliptical, pointless conversation on me & was therefore given vague, double & triple meaning answers in return - some of which could possibly be taken as demeaning, if one stopped to think about them long enough... but who knows a drummer that does?
Hmmm... these grapes are sour... Time to stop chewing & either spit or swallow.
Speaking of which - dinnertime & a bottle of wine
A worrying record actually... it IS Friday night after all... & it's payday... Could it be that I'm getting financially responsible in my early middle age & have subconsciously started saving for the trip to Melbourne in 13 days from now?
The week in review, therefore is full of not much news. A couple of problems at work I thought I'd seen the last of, came back in different forms with new twists in the tail, but on the whole a painless set of 5. All other dramas on the personal front have been documented in previous entries. Still can't bring myself to be civil to anyone who hits things semi-rhythmically though. I had a call from "Another Drummer" this evening before I left work, who unleashed an elliptical, pointless conversation on me & was therefore given vague, double & triple meaning answers in return - some of which could possibly be taken as demeaning, if one stopped to think about them long enough... but who knows a drummer that does?
Hmmm... these grapes are sour... Time to stop chewing & either spit or swallow.
Speaking of which - dinnertime & a bottle of wine
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Date: 2004-09-10 03:07 am (UTC)