otherwise...

ack. caught. everything i want to say is true, yet so is the opposite. i hate this.

i know i need to write. it would be good for me.

all i want to do when i go home, is not deal with the outside world.

perhaps there is just too much of it.

i don't want to read email. i am completely crap at that at the moment. I get to the important ones. just. and do not read facebook or anything else.

i think the bartending plan has hit a tipping point. There might be something falling into my lap, but it might just be an elongated beating and certainly is going to run me ragged. It might be enough to motivate me to throw together some business pitches to people. maybe. or maybe the brush with it will cure me of this terrible affliction.

all i really want to do is sleep and play video games. another midlife crisis incident. at least i am old enough this time. I'm quite happy to go to work and do my part as a productive citizen. i am more than willing to run around the park in pursuit of cricket. and a loyal supporter of My Waratahs, who actually got 17k people at the last game - something of a record i suspect for recent times.

I say "yes" and go out, when people ask me out. I ask some of my more recalcitrant friends to get out of the house once in a while.

but i do not want to read and write. odd

have not really missed tv. the fact that i can get most of it on the internet and yet still do not, says a great deal on this subject.

sigh. i *tried* to do "work."

going to go shoot virtual people.

notes


encounters. what is real.


datecrashed


exploded on the launch platform, destorying billions of dollars, thousands of hours of human research and labour, and sending seven souls skyward


look, words

happy birthday 5tephe

i look forward to the day when Julia Gillard goes up against a black person - the Dark Lord will be SO confused. Like offering an Irishman three shovels and asking him to take his pick. :P

Apaches 2nds snatched - quite literally, the semi final away from Men of the Bat. Stand-in captain, substitute players, and the slowest apaches batting collapse not withstanding, we got there. Fill-in skipper Jono stuck to his guns, relied on his known assets and defended, both in his innings with the bat, and in the field ably and could not really be faulted for his conduct. Bryan, the not-mild-mannered-reporter shattered their hearts taking 4 wickets in 5 deliveries...

I am still sick.

Played last weekend for the Apaches on saturday where we eked out a win over the Rusties robbing them of the minor premiership. Bruised fingers on right hand. Played for the Barts on Sunday, and lost unable to keep chasing a total that got away from us. Took a screamer covering a whole lot of ground from long on to deep midwicket, and bruised rest of fingers.

Still have not moved. Struggling to find time to do anything. Have to get out. Have to do it.

Dodgeball tomorrow with Uni ICT side.

Ankle is probably 95%. Not going back to basketball.

Broke broke broke. :(

Fucking busy.

Busy as fuck, flat out like lizard drinking. Lots of things got away from me. Frustrating.

Have finally taken delivery of 40hex's cricket gear which he had willed to the club.

Took a day off last week, too sick to be bothered to go. Could hardly afford it, having already lost a day on the picket line during the strike. Did get to meet Doug Cameron :)

Stuff.

Happy birthday everyone that i missed. I did notice but couldn't do anything about it, much regret>

<3 all.

Out.

oh and happy valentines day, for anyone who gives a [insert word here]

i have had an intermittent pain in left side of my head for over 24 hours now. It's starting to piss me off.

Also, i still have no idea what i want from one moment to the next.

playing on the scg in a few hours!

no ducks, no drops.

have just noticed first pointing-wrong-direction-overgrown-old-man-crazy-eyebrow hair

arrived at work early because i was still mostly asleep this morning.
Worked for an hour looked at clock. Nearly cried when i saw 0940 and there was so much of day left. longest work hour for YEARS (previous longest possibly transporting computers on three wheeled trolley through mud and driving rain)

too much boat. too much sun. and too much gin yesterday. plus whatever else i did.

make day end please.

more vodka.