Night Shift

I'm not enjoying this upside-down body-clock thing. I feel like I'm working night-shift, for no good reason! At 9 pm this evening I was having breakfast and my morning shower!!! Gagh! it's throwing me right out, but emotionally I'm feeling fine, despite the crazy hours I'm keeping. thank goodness there's no-one else at home at the moment, huh? Perhaps I should get someone else in here with me... that'd help put things back in order!

The boys are moving house this weekend, due to unforeseen circumstances. I'll be able to tell more when I know more. Alls' well, they're fine. I'm feeling pretty disappointed for them, having to move out of their 'home', but it's all due to circumstances beyond anyone's control, really.

I'm sure this is the subconscious reason why I'm not sleeping well at the moment. But I know everything will be well.


On more positive notes (Bb)... looks like we got the OK to use a great rehearsal hall space here in town, practically whenever we want to! I just need to meet with "The Man" tomorrow and sign some paperwork blah blah blah. It's all good.


The daily hour-long bass practice sessions are paying-off too. My little blistered finger is fine, as I knew it would be. Helped to make it rock-hard, for endless playing! It was funny... normally guitarists get blisters on their fingering hands, not the plucking ones! I can finger bass or guitar almost endlessly. So it's good to get the strength and stanima back in my fingers and hands. Plus I'm endlessly playing the CDs I burnt of the songs we're currently working on as a band... learning by osmosis!


I was attempting to write another book over the past couple of weeks/months. However, it's stalled... I realised it was turning into ploddy Mills & Boon romantic soppy pulp-fiction rubbish, even tho I was enjoying writing it. I'm going to have to sit down and re-plan how I'm going to re-address it all. Not to worry... I'm only doing it all for fun. Trying to stop my mind from turning into mush... tho I'm not sure it's working!

The basic story premise came to me in a dream a few months ago, which I quickly jotted down before it slipped out of my conscious thought. But how it's panning out and developing is turning... well, it's not really going the way I'd been thinking of. I guess I'm just subconsciously projecting some of my unspoken lonliness onto it. Silly me. Altho it was fun living in an alternate writing world for a little bit... nice romantic dreams involving an old flame! Blah blah blah.


I'm all studied out, otherwise I'd be doing that. I've tried UNI and TAFE/Tech College, but my mental (and health) state have seen me unable to complete them over the past five/six years, much to my disappointment. I simply cannot face the thought of trying to study again, when my motivation to look into the unforseeable future almost nil. Study for the sake of study isn't a good motivator either. Oh, it's alright... I'm just a fruitcake! lol.

Peas be with ewe

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