The last time I was connected I was obsessing, hopefully in a relatively good and harmless way, about my favourite band and searching anything I could about them. I would run a google search everyday, just to make sure I didn't miss out on any articles or hints of tour dates or pictures, etc.
This came to a crashing halt the evening I tried repeatedly to feed a virgin pre-paid voucher into my telstra mobile broadband device. I was steamed. Could not work out why it wasn't working. It was two days after I was locked out that I realised what I had done wrong.
Didn't I feel like a dill, ey?
But I am out of practice and this is somewhat forced upon me by my soon to be unemployed state, though not as soon as it was previously because as they are now going to solicite resumes via advertisement I have offerred to stay another two weeks to allow time for this and with the hope that I will at least get a week to train my replacement, since nobody else at my workplace actually knows how I do what I do. Not that I am sure they couldn't come up with a work around to train them if required, but I would feel bad.
So now after nearly two years of merely eating working sleeping I shall have to attempt to be an interesting person again, if I were before - which probably I wasn't. Christ I hope that happens quickly, because I am beyond bored with myself. I haven't wanted to be alone with myself and have consequently either been drinking too much or compulsively playing stoopid computer games until the small hours of the morning.
And now? I struggle with the urge to fly to Brisbane to go see Glenn Richards, Dan Luscombe and Mike Noga at the Old Museum on Saturday, 10 September. I wanna. I wanna. I wanna.
*stamps foot emphatically*
( though probably in a slightly illiterate way cause I have never been able to spell proper no matter wot my english teacher thought I should cause I read so much)
To look forward to there will be late night drunken posts, probably not terrible good photographs, some sincerely aweful poetry and half arsed craft attempts.
And pictures of cats.
|This is the Wooliff-cat, whose official name is cobweb after one of the attendant fairies in a midsumers nights dream|