No profound observations, no staggering eloquence, no new meaning to life
With that lengthy title I should be covering what will not be in this entry but which most of you probably hoped for.
I have been reading comics. Web comics to be exact. I have caught up on MegaTokyo and am now working my way through Sam & Fuzzy. I have a basket of plums next to the screen and a glass of lemonade in front of it. I'm content.
I have found out that the guys at work are big fans of badgerbadgerbadger.com, and they were all singing "Oh, it's a snake!" together around the table in the pub today... Yes, we went to the pub at lunch. It was a nice day. I haven't really had a chance to talk to them outside of work related topics before and sometimes it's amazing what a change it makes. Now I just want to be on the top floor rather than the one I'm on.
My metabolism is thankfully speeding up. It has been practically non-existant for years, as some of my friends have had to listen to long boring rants about, but now it's at normal speed or maybe even a little higher. Hopefully it will stay this way, maybe my body isn't quite as fucked up as I feared.
I haven't had a chance to talk to my mum for ages. We haven't got the phone set up for cheap international calls yet so all contact has been through email since I came back. It's nice with 3-4 emails exchanged each day on average, but it's still not the same as actually talking. She and my brothers are coming over here in October though; I'm looking forward to that. We don't actually have enough room for all three of them, but hey... mattresses on the floor will work okay. It's not like we were ever spoilt when sleeping over with any of our relatives.
If you've read through this entire entry hoping for even the tiniest glimpse of something interesting, this might satisfy your lust: The older I get, even by days, the more insight I gain. I do think too much, but I am content as long as I am myself and am able to do what I want to do. I don't need to be successful in other people's eyes, because being just that would mean that I would be doing something I wouldn't enjoy. As long as I can take time out to feel myself inside whatever front I put on for work, I can live with myself. I think a lot of people have it the same way, they just never realise.
I have been reading comics. Web comics to be exact. I have caught up on MegaTokyo and am now working my way through Sam & Fuzzy. I have a basket of plums next to the screen and a glass of lemonade in front of it. I'm content.
I have found out that the guys at work are big fans of badgerbadgerbadger.com, and they were all singing "Oh, it's a snake!" together around the table in the pub today... Yes, we went to the pub at lunch. It was a nice day. I haven't really had a chance to talk to them outside of work related topics before and sometimes it's amazing what a change it makes. Now I just want to be on the top floor rather than the one I'm on.
My metabolism is thankfully speeding up. It has been practically non-existant for years, as some of my friends have had to listen to long boring rants about, but now it's at normal speed or maybe even a little higher. Hopefully it will stay this way, maybe my body isn't quite as fucked up as I feared.
I haven't had a chance to talk to my mum for ages. We haven't got the phone set up for cheap international calls yet so all contact has been through email since I came back. It's nice with 3-4 emails exchanged each day on average, but it's still not the same as actually talking. She and my brothers are coming over here in October though; I'm looking forward to that. We don't actually have enough room for all three of them, but hey... mattresses on the floor will work okay. It's not like we were ever spoilt when sleeping over with any of our relatives.
If you've read through this entire entry hoping for even the tiniest glimpse of something interesting, this might satisfy your lust: The older I get, even by days, the more insight I gain. I do think too much, but I am content as long as I am myself and am able to do what I want to do. I don't need to be successful in other people's eyes, because being just that would mean that I would be doing something I wouldn't enjoy. As long as I can take time out to feel myself inside whatever front I put on for work, I can live with myself. I think a lot of people have it the same way, they just never realise.