wow
I feel like i havent slept in days.
Everything seems to be going at full speed these days and i still can't quite believe it.
Henry's been thinking of this for months apparently, sneaky bastard, but he's getting too old, apparently, prefers the idea of kicking back and relaxing instead, which is a whole lot better idea than pushing us around. But yeah, it's crazy. I wanted a gallery and now i've got the cafe with Ebs and it's strange because i havent really been able to find something horribly wrong about it. I'm happy enough to run it that way, as long as I get to hang the paintings on the wall. Ebs is good with that though. It's just - its amazing and insane and i havent slept properly since then, pretty much. All i can think about it colours and which paintings and all this crap thats just revolving on constant loop.
We had to close up the other day, cause we had to get someone in to knock out the wall cause Henry owns the place next door as well that he hasn't used in months and months because he's a lazy bugger, and has high expectations from tennants (which we have gone through significantly enough the last couple of days. almost like he doesn't trust us, haha). It's just been crazy, the regulars aren't too fussed about the change, they're mostly at arms about being closed while we revamp. THAT has been okay so far, nothing too extreme or wrong happening which i've probably just jinxed but oh well, SOMETHING has to or i'm gonna start fretting more than i usually do, which we all know would have the possibility of killing me.
I just can't beleive this is actually happening, that I'm actually doing something that'll be mine, or mine and Eb's - but its up to ME, i get to make (half) the decisions and i get to do something i'm good at and that i love at the same time so what use do i have complaining? i've got what i wanted, i've got something to keep me occupied, which i have to say it has - i havent had time to think of anything else, anything that usually niggles at the back of yuour mind and creeps up to the forefront when you come home and there's no one there waiting for you, only silence and technology. When i was younger i never wanted to live to work, at the moment its so exciting, it so fulfilling that i dont mind that that is exactly what it's come to. Its actually a bit of fun.
My sister thinks it's hilarious, but she would.
whats everyone else been doing, i've got no idea.
Everything seems to be going at full speed these days and i still can't quite believe it.
Henry's been thinking of this for months apparently, sneaky bastard, but he's getting too old, apparently, prefers the idea of kicking back and relaxing instead, which is a whole lot better idea than pushing us around. But yeah, it's crazy. I wanted a gallery and now i've got the cafe with Ebs and it's strange because i havent really been able to find something horribly wrong about it. I'm happy enough to run it that way, as long as I get to hang the paintings on the wall. Ebs is good with that though. It's just - its amazing and insane and i havent slept properly since then, pretty much. All i can think about it colours and which paintings and all this crap thats just revolving on constant loop.
We had to close up the other day, cause we had to get someone in to knock out the wall cause Henry owns the place next door as well that he hasn't used in months and months because he's a lazy bugger, and has high expectations from tennants (which we have gone through significantly enough the last couple of days. almost like he doesn't trust us, haha). It's just been crazy, the regulars aren't too fussed about the change, they're mostly at arms about being closed while we revamp. THAT has been okay so far, nothing too extreme or wrong happening which i've probably just jinxed but oh well, SOMETHING has to or i'm gonna start fretting more than i usually do, which we all know would have the possibility of killing me.
I just can't beleive this is actually happening, that I'm actually doing something that'll be mine, or mine and Eb's - but its up to ME, i get to make (half) the decisions and i get to do something i'm good at and that i love at the same time so what use do i have complaining? i've got what i wanted, i've got something to keep me occupied, which i have to say it has - i havent had time to think of anything else, anything that usually niggles at the back of yuour mind and creeps up to the forefront when you come home and there's no one there waiting for you, only silence and technology. When i was younger i never wanted to live to work, at the moment its so exciting, it so fulfilling that i dont mind that that is exactly what it's come to. Its actually a bit of fun.
My sister thinks it's hilarious, but she would.
whats everyone else been doing, i've got no idea.