Ok, so i just had a dream that Reagan opened up a chocolate store in Pitt Street and Nixon was the store hand. They were complaining that the Monorail ran through the store and made too much noise. So i gave them a giant block of Cadburys and told them to shut the hell up. And they did.
So begins the second of my two rostered days off. Ive happilly settled into the acceptance of the regular job thing. But man, shift work sucks donkey balls. The only friend of mine who has time off when i do is a Baker, who starts work at 2am and sleeps the rest of the day. Every time hes come round for a jam hes mostly half asleep. Gargggh! Im going fucking insane sitting around the house figuring out what to do. I still live with the parents, and have to put up with Mum, whos now retired melting her synapses infront of the idiot box all day long. Seriously, how much fucking MASH can one person handle!?!?!?!
Every creative project ive started just falls off the wagon coz to tell the truth im an impatient perfectionist and i just get fed up when things dont turn out exactly as i planned within the first 5 minutes. Take for example the time i tred to learn the violin, i just thought, man its just like a fretless guitar, thisll be easy. It was even Purple! But noooo, i sounded like a dying cat for the next few nights trying to form some kind of sembelance of structured musical composition. Even Sqaurepusher would have said - Dude that sounds fucked up.
My friend is over in England for a few years now, she just left a few months ago and i was thinking of doing a video diary for her, get my mates to say their hellos etc. At least that will keep me amused for the next few days. Im ashamed that a person of our generation could possibly get bored, what with the net, foxtel, mobile phones, movies, dvds, music etc - soooo many forms of escapism, and yet, to me it all just molds together into this sickly sweet gooey substance that trys to suffocate me.
I get sick sometimes, just sick....no reason, my head just feels clogged. Maybe five years of being a self proclaimed pop culture addict has finally taken its toll. I need to go cold turkey, go outside.
I dont even remember what thats like sometimes!
So begins the second of my two rostered days off. Ive happilly settled into the acceptance of the regular job thing. But man, shift work sucks donkey balls. The only friend of mine who has time off when i do is a Baker, who starts work at 2am and sleeps the rest of the day. Every time hes come round for a jam hes mostly half asleep. Gargggh! Im going fucking insane sitting around the house figuring out what to do. I still live with the parents, and have to put up with Mum, whos now retired melting her synapses infront of the idiot box all day long. Seriously, how much fucking MASH can one person handle!?!?!?!
Every creative project ive started just falls off the wagon coz to tell the truth im an impatient perfectionist and i just get fed up when things dont turn out exactly as i planned within the first 5 minutes. Take for example the time i tred to learn the violin, i just thought, man its just like a fretless guitar, thisll be easy. It was even Purple! But noooo, i sounded like a dying cat for the next few nights trying to form some kind of sembelance of structured musical composition. Even Sqaurepusher would have said - Dude that sounds fucked up.
My friend is over in England for a few years now, she just left a few months ago and i was thinking of doing a video diary for her, get my mates to say their hellos etc. At least that will keep me amused for the next few days. Im ashamed that a person of our generation could possibly get bored, what with the net, foxtel, mobile phones, movies, dvds, music etc - soooo many forms of escapism, and yet, to me it all just molds together into this sickly sweet gooey substance that trys to suffocate me.
I get sick sometimes, just sick....no reason, my head just feels clogged. Maybe five years of being a self proclaimed pop culture addict has finally taken its toll. I need to go cold turkey, go outside.
I dont even remember what thats like sometimes!
rubyfoo:
go on, you can do it, go outside....remember one step at a time....LOL