So, I’ve decided to visit Earth for the day.
I was going to nip in and make yesterdays posts all private, but there didn’t seem much point. Almost everyone who’s like to read them probably already has. I know I’m not – mentally – in a good place at the moment. Well, right now I’m just about concentrating on being in a good place. I’ve even *finally* checked the oil level on Rebecca, fixed the broken door strap and pumped up the tyres (mind you, her handling was getting a bit entertaining – which could have been because one of the front tyres was ‘a trifle flat’).
Anyway.
Yeah. Days when I work are almost invariably better than days when I don’t; why? I don’t really know. I think I feel more useful when I work. Although leaving today I did – even as I walked out the door – feel my good mood trying to drain out of me like someone’d pulled the plug and it was forming a pool around my feet. But I’ve been fighting it.
Radio 1 was damn good today – the Arctic Monkeys (and I think the Kaiser Chiefs – and lots of other rocking groups) – and since then I’ve been fighting. I can feel it – like a sea. Like an ocean trying to drag me down. This is concious effort to stay positive. I know what’s there in the background.
I am *not* – let me make that quite clear – I am *not* going to let myself get the way I was yesterday. Which is hard work.
I’ve been using Music, TV, anything. Talking to friends. Bouncing at Trey (who’s back for the weekend before leaving for permanent) (although she was no fracking help. Just sat there going ‘I’m not in the mood to entertain you’ – so no Curry for her).
Tomorrow I’ve *got* to sort out Rebecca – it’s a couple of crappy little preMOT jobs. Getting a new sleeve on the exhaust – on the join where Onne had to cut it to get it shipped here; and re-adjusting the rear brakes so the handbrake doesn’t come up so far; oh, and the headlamps. I think other than that she…should…be…okay?
I’ve got the insurance renewal through, but the ‘Commuting to and from a place of work’ has fallen off again – so I’ll have to hastle them. But my MMOC membership’s nearly expired, so I *think* I might need to renew that.
But mostly tomorrow is work. Lots of work. And swimming. And playing guitar. Mostly accompanied by a large quantity of music.
Next week I’m working nights. Expect more strange behaviour. Also I’ve got my dissertation meeting on monday. So, expect *lots* of strange behaviour. I hope I remember, ‘cos monday’s probably going to be a bit manic.
And someone get me the rest of: My Name Is Earl. Northern Exposure…. and, well, hell everything I want. Now. Immediately. Make it happen wenches!
