Teleporting to happiness

Captains Log, Star Date err... 2009.
Weekend now over. Back at work. Mouse wheel has turned back to angry Monday morning starting point. But no, Im not wandering around London in a lycra Star Trek suit.

Yay! And just like that its now Friday. It has taken me that long to get back to writing this entry. This isnt some freakish warp in the space-time contiuum that has skipped, nay - teleported me forward. Nope. Its my coping mechanism - to shut off my thinking brain and skid along on auto pilot for 5 days, then attempt to re-engage the gears of normality on Friday, and cram 5 days of lost creativity / sleep / house cleaning / and non-work related interesting learning into 2 days. This is not a sustainable existance, and rodent like escape is inevitable, but escape plans need to be carefully designed and implemented (or they fail like a flaming moth stuck to a hot light bulb).

This weekend's schedule will include many many happy making activities.
Ees muy importante, no?
1) eat Dim Sum
2) listen to a bit of Soledad Brothers
3) eat many types of cheese
4) pretend to do wine tasting but accidentally finish the bottle
5) music practice
6) eat massive farmhouse lunch
7) wander around some markets

hmm... figuring out how this blogging works.

Step 1. Stop drinking my evening beer.
no... mustnt stop. Homeward traffic was terrible. Must relax. Its not a habit, its good for the relaxation process! (I tell myself while rocking gently in my chair).

Step 2. Eat cashews. Need energy. Brain craves fuel. mm. Good.

Step 3. Listening to musics. Nick Cave. Dig Lazarus Dig!
I am digging!! Im fed up. i call it - "Toad stuck in mud". Its been the hot season for too long and this commute-work-commute swamp is way too dry to budge the mud.


What else? Editing sound files tonight. Trying to get EP ready to release soon. Stop drinking then? Perhaps I will do a shonkey job if blood has units of alcomohol in it? hmm. After a while Cubase LE4 throws a wobbly and stops outputting any play back sound. NOooo!! Late night patience wears thin. Bottle of Rioja calls my name.


Reminder. Watch youtube National Geographic clip of Shrew slaughtering then chewing on scorpion. It seems that some shrew-like beastlets are venemous and violent, but furry. What a mix?!