Thusfar
This year so far, I have mostly been:
- not really going with my resolution to keep this site up-to-date with illuminating posts on life in general
- travelling on the tube between Holborn and White City, reading The Metro and thinking that everyone else in the world must be completely mad for reading it every morning, no doubt surrounded by people who see me as one of the completely mad people (although some of them are, I am sure, actually completely mad)
- making a box out of ash, and taking far too long about it
- drinking more than normal, and assuming that it’s perfectly fine because there are definitely people in the world who drink much more than that
- really actually seriously considering buying a house, which, needless to say, is quite a scary thought
- realising that my family, who for most of my life have seemed quite sane, are actually totally fucking insane
- doing yoga, which I didn’t ever consider one of the things I should do, and quite liking it to be honest
- not reading very many novels, which seems a shame because I’m sure there are lots out there that I was planning to read, although I did read jPod the other day, and it’s quite funny, because some of the people I work with are like that
- going to lots of weddings, which, I gather, is something that starts to happen about this time
- not playing guitar at all, and feeling a bit guilty and stupid about it
- seeing my dad more often, going for a pint after work at a very nice pub and being rather pleased about it
- not being the most efficient human being on the planet
- ranting, which I have to teach myself to do less of
- reading Daring Fireball in a slightly all-the-time kind of way
- cycling around London and noticing bits linking with other bits in ways I never noticed, like Kings Cross and Angel.
