Monday, October 23, 2006
First one
So, new to this blog idea, but drawn to the possiblity of dear-diarying on my beloved pc.
Here we are here we are. Today a peaceful day mostly. Weeding the backyard and tea in the garden and naps in the afternoon, what I life I lead. Next week to Mauritius, hoowee can't wait. Keep having to remind myself that its work, and not play, songs to learn. What songs? Don't even know yet.... But I have new swimming atire. And thats whats important.
Tonight went to a CD launch, a young up-and-apparently-coming blues guitarist. Horrendous. Just loud and wheedli wheedli wheedli and no songs. Everyone being polite afterwards saying "He's so talented" instead of he's so loud and there are no songs. Nice voice no tunes, sigh. Or as John the Hippie said: Boring. Why was I there I asked myself, and the truth being only that the keyboard player is my friend and she borrowed my keyboard stand and I wanted to pick it up afterwards. I should really stay away from these things he he.
Strange and vivid dreams. Last night dreamt of men in Yeldham Road with machine guns, and I was trying to find a cupboard in which to hide. This, of course, a direct result of watching the last 4 episodes of 24 (season I forget) in a row. Haven't been watching anything remotely violent for a while, so in the images creep into my head at night again. Gotta stick to art movies and childrens stories! And the night before I fell out of bed, yes and bruised my elbow. Found myself standing at the end of my bed staring at the bedclothes heart beating wildy, cos I thought a huge spider-creature had jumped on me. Took an age to sink into awake and realise there was never anything there. How bizarre. Last time I fell out of bed I was about 11 and I rolled out of my top bunk onto the floor and woke up laughing. Beats spiders hands down. Legs down. Whatever.
Time for sleep what dreams await...
Here we are here we are. Today a peaceful day mostly. Weeding the backyard and tea in the garden and naps in the afternoon, what I life I lead. Next week to Mauritius, hoowee can't wait. Keep having to remind myself that its work, and not play, songs to learn. What songs? Don't even know yet.... But I have new swimming atire. And thats whats important.
Tonight went to a CD launch, a young up-and-apparently-coming blues guitarist. Horrendous. Just loud and wheedli wheedli wheedli and no songs. Everyone being polite afterwards saying "He's so talented" instead of he's so loud and there are no songs. Nice voice no tunes, sigh. Or as John the Hippie said: Boring. Why was I there I asked myself, and the truth being only that the keyboard player is my friend and she borrowed my keyboard stand and I wanted to pick it up afterwards. I should really stay away from these things he he.
Strange and vivid dreams. Last night dreamt of men in Yeldham Road with machine guns, and I was trying to find a cupboard in which to hide. This, of course, a direct result of watching the last 4 episodes of 24 (season I forget) in a row. Haven't been watching anything remotely violent for a while, so in the images creep into my head at night again. Gotta stick to art movies and childrens stories! And the night before I fell out of bed, yes and bruised my elbow. Found myself standing at the end of my bed staring at the bedclothes heart beating wildy, cos I thought a huge spider-creature had jumped on me. Took an age to sink into awake and realise there was never anything there. How bizarre. Last time I fell out of bed I was about 11 and I rolled out of my top bunk onto the floor and woke up laughing. Beats spiders hands down. Legs down. Whatever.
Time for sleep what dreams await...
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