Daily Log

Somebody told me a while ago that sleep was as important to health, weight-loss and general intelligence as any form of exercise, if not moreso. Right now I am angry at everything! I feel like the toddler woken early from his nap. There is a little voice in my head saying be positive, all is well. But that voice may as well be elmo singing his namesake song. I think I am just tired. I meet a bloke that blows me away, and he disappears up a mountain. There are all of these things I am supposed to believe and I am starting to think I am as nuts as others say I am. I talk to God everyday; not out of reverence, just because we get along well. I am tired.

I went to office works yesterday and I saw a desk. I thought, for some reason, it would be nice to own a desk. One day I will own my own desk. It was eighty bucks, I bought it. I don't know what is happening to me. In the car on the way back, I nearly broke into tears when I heard a song I wrote a screenplay to. It was a gut wrenching scene, but just thinking about it caused tears in me. I am loosing it.

I woke up yesterday, a little late, and headed to physio. I did my thing, maybe I am doing it wrong, but I am starting to feel really good. And on the other hand, I can't get this guy off my mind. I have touched him once. Once! Three words spoken. 

My day was broken by design; I had arranged friendship events up in Brisbane. I knew I could not make the beach or sun-bake, but I still had a lot of work to finish. Everybody still does nothing. And what makes matters worse is that I am trying to recruit people to expand and have nothing to really offer. Some stupid part of my mind is pushing growth. I see opportunity central, but cannot make them work on my own. 

The IT boys have got all of my stuff running now. The chance meeting has given me a whole production section in one place. I am pushing them to do all of my production, even though it isn't really their business, I just have a good feeling about them. I feel sorry for them that they have to deal with the nitwits of my world now. 

I drove to brisbane happy. With this core work happening, I can scream along to the stereo without loosing my breath at all. Lunch with former-work-wife was great, it is amazing to see a world of old. It is like peeping in through a looking glass. Afterwards, after begging her to quit her job and come work with me, I headed away for the reallocated best friend day. The day has been transient thanks to university scheduling, but it may have finally settled.

Again I nearly started crying when I thought of other characters in books I have written. Perhaps I am hormonal. I have never had this much trouble controlling my lead characters before. Perhaps one will come out and stir up some trouble. Or perhaps my control is completely devastated by a single chance meeting over a month ago, and it will never recover. 

Dinner was great; my first curry in months. We made office furniture and watched the lincoln lawyer. It was very good. But again it tries to glorify the minuscule portion of lawyers who care about humanity. It is strange that they never get down to the nitty gritty of lawyers who's main reason for existence is to transfer pain from one person to another. Quantify that when you grow old: 'i transferred 4 trillion widgets of pain in my lifetime; a life well spent.'

When I got home, I unboxed and build my flat pack furniture. It took me three tries to find the right location, and once again my whiplash is killing me for it. I honestly think this is becoming ludicrous. Part of you tells of you are magnificent untouchability, and the other gets you back pain for protecting your mate.

I must be hormonal. I saw an echidna on the highway yesterday, and nearly stopped to go back and save it. I was a kilometre away when I thought to hold up four lanes of speeding traffic to somehow get a pointy marsupial our of harms way. But even then I did not know how to do it or where to take it.

I can write on my new desk with whiteboard marker.