This might be a random ramble so buckle up.
Twenty-first today and my birthday will be on the thirtieth. Eesh, another year has gone by and what have I achieved? A better job, more money, more personal freedom, a successful blog, more confidence as a writer (apart from the shite I turn out for the Open Uni course), a little red sports car in the offing, the freedom of not having my previous car for a whole year, more holidays, better friends, an interesting mind, a learning experience … enough, I’m starting to swerve into non-concretes. It’s been a good year actually, whichever way on.
Had a long and potentially stressful, but actually quite relaxed day at work and so I took the evening off. I picked up a pizza on the way home and ate it in a very few ginormous mouthfuls. I finished someone’s song in the street. I smiled and thanked the girl who held her dog back and she smiled back. I got home and immediately got out the computer.
And that’s where my day ended really. As soon as the laptop was in front of me, my interaction with everything beyond that screen ended. Even as I peeled my big, fat orange, my eyes were glued to the movie. As I ate it – glued. As I made a nice cup of tea – glued. As I typed this – glued.
I might as well go to bed now.I’m done.