I go back to work tomorrow. I’m sort of looking forward to it. Not that I haven’t enjoyed this endless laying around, watching movies, being awesome, being happy, not leaving the room unless it’s entirely necessary vibe. But it lacked definition, you know? All the days blurred into one. And I’ve always been one of the more productive members of my social group.
Hot water works again, baths truly are tremendous. Spent the day lazing and maintaining, all ready for the first working day of 2008. In between the pop punk listening sessions.
Boy is off getting colour done, so I’m having a little lone time, wondering how I can possibly be so sleepy at 8pm, and waiting for Helvetica to be ready for my ipod.
2008 seems like the future, huh? It was 8 whole years ago that the millennium was looming, it’s all a bit like, wow. Time flies etc.
I did wake up this morning and feel sort of bummed about another year here in the UK. It really is reaching an all time social low. Or maybe I’m just in my thirties. Having someone to stay in with, makes life much, MUCH better, but still. Grown up punks, where art thou?
There are a million shows this month, I’m all jazzed about Zombina in a couple of weeks, and the boy is super-stoked on Bob Mould.
I wish I was going to Sundance. Not to support Patrick (although I would) but ‘cos I want to see how the adaptation of Choke turned out.
Anyhow, I still have time to squeeze in a movie before bed, so I’m going.