Knocked up, NC, sleeping, waking, stuff

I was an hour late to work today. I had a bad night and in my morning exhaustion slept through the alarm. I ended up waking up at the time I was supposed to be sitting at my desk.

I have what sounds like whooping cough, however it’s just an asthma cough and I always get it after viruses. Body goes all hypersensitive. I’m all fidgety and pick at stuff on my face. Yum yum.

A friend of mine reckons she wakes up multiple times a night. Every night. Personally I sleep the whole night, always. I just don’t wake up.

So at 4 this morning when suddenly my eyes were wide open, I was sitting bolt upright and pumped with adrenalin, in the dark, it was so out of the ordinary I felt as though something had gone very wrong.

I stole out into the house and checked everything out. Everything seemed okay. I crawled back into bed and went back to sleep. But a short while later I was once again sitting up in bed, and very, very awake.

Walked around the house again. Everything was still. I went back to sleep and slept till 9am when I woke up and swore loudly and creatively.

Every winter it’s the same. The sickness comes, along with the short days, long cold nights and the consequent “fuck everything” cycle. The cool thing is I know the halfway point has been past and winter gives way to spring and possibility, then to summer and terrible, terrible awesomeness.

I watched knocked up this evening. I thought it was going to be horrible. I was utterly mistaken. The film is surprisingly good. With sincere, likable performances and a killer script the movie wins. The chemistry between Rogan and Rudd was awesome.

I’m going to New Caledonia in the Spring.

Winter

Ciao

It’s been quite awhile. How are you all?

I haven’t been doing much of anything in recent months. Since the winter and its
long, cold nights have descended upon this part of the world my days and weeks
have been bound and structured by the ever present scourge of full-time
employment.

This time last year I was at Splendour with my kid sister. This year I’m sitting
my trackies, sniffling and coughing up stuff. Yeah I’m sick for the first time
in a long time. I blame going out last weekend.

The vegan diet ensures I never have these things for long, however right now
life is sucking just a little bit.

Last weekend however was pretty good. We went out in west end, ended up at a
burlesque party at the Melbourne hotel. We arrived and I got hit on by a gay
fellow, then we watched a beautiful woman on a stage remove her clothes. Cool.
The night wore on and we danced up a storm. The music got better and better.

I felt the evening peaked as a dance track we liked came on and Mike and I lept
onto the little stage and proceeded to dance like it was 1804. Somehow my legs
just knew what to do and we battled it out with the melbourne shuffle. After
tearing things up for a good while, I needed to hop down and have a chill. Mike
Jones continued up there by himself, busting out moves, wearing this hat he
found somewhere. The kid is gnarly as hell.

Anyway I don’t care too much that I’m now sick as that night was a definite top
three. Next weekend is something else. I forget. I have to look up my phone. Or
my diary. Or Outlook at work. Or a random piece of paper. Modern technology
annoys me in that I have to check in five different places for my schedule or
for messages received from friends. I need to delete my facebook. It’s
depressing. No twitter either, for this little black duck.

That asside.

I’ve been playing my acoustic ever day still. Sometimes people compliment me on
my playing now. Improvement rules. I can bust out a fairly convincing cover of
Disarm, and I’m currently working on my C-F chord change so I can play Mr Jones.
Soon I want to start playing some more folky tunes, might have to look into
different tuning, etc.

I’ve been taking a couple of photos here and there. I’ve improved a little but
have a fair way to go. I’ve ordered a tripod and a 50mm prime lens which should
help my low light photos a lot.

I feel as though I am a far cry from how great I felt over summer when I wasn’t
working, but instead surfing every second day, running, sleeping in the sun,
etc. Work ruins me. I’ve started running again because I was becomming unfit,
but it’s less enjoyable when you have to run around an oval in the dark, while
it’s five degrees. I want to do the 10km bridge to brisbane run at the end of
August. I currently run 5.5km. Gotta really bust it out this month.

That’s it from me now. I’m going to blog more though. Stay tuned.

Update coming

Various things have reminded me of the urgency of living, thus I’ve delved back into reading, running, taking photos.

I want to go here: www.dirkhartogisland.com

Be good to each other.