Peace, relief and the smell of bleach.
Saturday was wonderful. I shopped. I found out about a nifty art show. I was chatty and friendly and anzal and I cleaned. Mopped the floors, found vacuum cleaner bags, scrubbed the loo and put on washing. It was HEAVEN. Surfaces are gleaming and the cat food spot no longer looks like Hiroshima with fish bits.
And I slept! 9 hours straight of uninterrupted slumber, waking up gently.
Markedly different from getting only 4 hours and bolting upright with that distinct 'oh, shit' feeling
And today, I had a nice, relaxed conversation with Jas, who I bumped into at the newsagents. We drooled over a shiny purple hotrod together, parked across the street. She's one of the people I'm getting to know around my neighbourhood, along with Nik and George. They do a local 'zine called the Village Creeper. See, the inner West also has dark eccentric types. Take THAT, Northerners! You haven't cornered the market on charming oddballs yet.
The weekend was was a much-needed contrast to the events of the week.
On Thursday I found myself at Eurotrash around 10pm, eating fairy bread and feeling like death, watching indie-kid band The Big Cats play against a wall projection of Degrassi Junior High. This is after a day of frantic despair caused by losing two days of data cleaning. One of those 'kill me please', days.
I was there because I promised I would be, but left shortly after Dan babbled something to me about a threesome (post-karaoke on Wednesday, don't ask).
It's been that sort of week(s).
And I slept! 9 hours straight of uninterrupted slumber, waking up gently.
Markedly different from getting only 4 hours and bolting upright with that distinct 'oh, shit' feeling
And today, I had a nice, relaxed conversation with Jas, who I bumped into at the newsagents. We drooled over a shiny purple hotrod together, parked across the street. She's one of the people I'm getting to know around my neighbourhood, along with Nik and George. They do a local 'zine called the Village Creeper. See, the inner West also has dark eccentric types. Take THAT, Northerners! You haven't cornered the market on charming oddballs yet.
The weekend was was a much-needed contrast to the events of the week.
On Thursday I found myself at Eurotrash around 10pm, eating fairy bread and feeling like death, watching indie-kid band The Big Cats play against a wall projection of Degrassi Junior High. This is after a day of frantic despair caused by losing two days of data cleaning. One of those 'kill me please', days.
I was there because I promised I would be, but left shortly after Dan babbled something to me about a threesome (post-karaoke on Wednesday, don't ask).
It's been that sort of week(s).