Cloudy Days Could Be Better
Hey kids, it does occur to me once in a blue moon that it might be a good idea to update this blog since I was so keen on getting it in the first place. The rate I'm going, people might start to get the impression that I'm not entirely organized or that I don't actually plan my days in any shape or form, when of course I do keep meticulous record of all the exciting things I do. Or at least I used to, in this notepad until I lost it a few weeks ago.. was it more than that? Did I have it at Christmas, or seen it last year, because it doesn't seem like it has been in the drawer I keep swearing to Leo that's where I keep it every time she calls, it's not like I actually need to check to make sure a notebook is still where I left it...
*Ahem* Anyways, the weather has been just peachy around here, if by "peachy" I meant "the sun tries to claw its way through the grey and mostly fails" which is everyone's definition, isn't it? I'm not the only one with organization issues, I feel the need to point out, since it occured to me yesterday that Daniel never told me how long he plans to stick around. Not that I mind him visiting, not at all, but I really thought he'd be by for a week, figure out that I've become this has-been shmuck and gracefully depart after humouring me about my little studio. But he seems to be enjoying himself... at least I think so. It's sometimes hard to tell with Dan, since he keeps all cards so close to his chest. Speaking of which, I discovered he's still a regular shark when it comes to poker, since we played a few games out of respect to the billions dealt while we were on the tour buses ** chuckle ** I'm just glad he turned down my suggestion that we play strip! ** LOL **
My regular help is back to the old schedule and they assured me they wouldn't have loose lips about Daniel being by. It may seem a bit overdone to be this paranoid but I've learned the hard way that unless you explicitly tell people not to gossip, they will. It's human nature, something I am mostly OK with. My maid said it was nice to finally get to see Daniel in the flesh, since she knew about him (like everyone else on the planet who isn't living under a rock and acknowledges how utterly awesome we were ha ha) and I thought that was kinda funny. If she wasn't such a believer in employee politeness, she probably would have made a joke about it being nice that some of my friends are actually real and not just figments of my overactive imagination, she had that kind of smile going. Now you know why I've hired her for so long ;)
The puttering around the studio is going well, nothing really fleshed out yet but we're still trying to touch base on where our musical interests now lie. Or rather, I blathered on about which bands I thought were superawesome, complete with excited hand-waving, and Daniel listened to me quietly with the occasional taking the piss. So what if I like what Madonna did with that old Abba tune? It's a great song! Leo called the other day to see what I was up to, a little suspicious because I hadn't called her in more than a week and I honestly told her that I had been distracted by a new album idea and I was working some things out. I feel like a naughty little boy but at the same time, Leo's not my keeper and doesn't have to be told everything I do. Oh I hope she doesn't read that, else I won't get any food at feeding time! ;)
You know, a second ago I said that Daniel holds his cards close to his chest all the time and that's probably not a fair thing to say. Not because he doesn't do it, but because sometimes I get the feeling his cards are right there, on the table all nicely laid out but instead of nines or queen of spades, all they have on them is different scenic paintings. Like the other night, I was watching this History Channel documentary on Ancient Greece (I'm secretly a philosopher, who knew? :P) and after it finished its three-hour jaunt, it turned out to be something like two in the morning. I went to go throw out the empty popcorn bag I had demolished and to my surprise, I found Daniel sitting at the kitchen table without the lights on, looking out the sliding door towards the sea. He blinked when I snapped on the light and I blinked, looking at him and wondering when he had gotten up since I had seen him go to bed hours ago.
"Did I wake you up with the telly too loud?" I asked, feeling like a bad host. Daniel smiled, slouching slightly in his wooden chair with his long legs sprawling over the pale kitchen tile.
"Nah, just couldn't sleep and didn't feel like reading a book." He reassured me, letting an idle finger run down the grain of the table. Feeling better, I walked over to the sink and tossed the popcorn bag, then leaned back against the counter.
"That happen often?" I asked, remembering how tired Daniel had looked when he arrived. Daniel smiled again but this time it wasn't a smile I could easily place. It was downright cryptic if you ask me, though if pushed I might hazard a guess that it was the kind of smile you get when something's funny but not for obvious reasons. Oooo, look at me now, not just a philosopher but a smile analyst as well ** amused smile of my own **
"From time to time, I guess more so recently?" Daniel finally replied, his gaze tarnished silver from the reflected night sky as he glanced back out the glass door.
"Any clue why?" I asked, wondering what could be enough to keep Daniel up at night, the original Mr.Relax with so much going his way lately. Maybe the studio wasn't doing so well? Maybe his dad's health? Maybe ...something with Kat? I became flustered at my invasive internal questioning that I almost missed Daniel's reply.
"Not really, I'm as much a mystery to myself as I am to everyone else." Daniel said with an uncanny mixture of self-mockery and humour, which he was still fond of doing so strategically that often people completely missed what he was taking the piss about even though they get that he's making a joke. And that's what he was doing then, telling me this joke that I knew I got a part of but I got the feeling there was a part that he wasn't telling me, something else that caused that little twist to his grin.
"Have you tried a glass of warm milk?" Good to know that even when my brain is whirring and clicking away in earnest, my mouth is still capable of uttering the most inane sentences. Daniel's smile lost that twist and looked at me with amusement that was straight-forward this time.
"Why didn't I think of that?" He quipped, then rambled his way to the fridge. For one strange moment, I honestly thought he was going to take me up on my suggestion, then he emerged from the fridge with a Corona in his hand. What did you think Hayes, he was going to have a warm glass like a little kipper? I amaze myself sometimes.
After he got the top snapped off, he tipped the bottle back for a slow sip, his head tilted back to expose that famous long neck of his. He ambled past me and clapped me on the shoulder as he passed me by into the hallway. It was your typical "Night Daz" kind of pat, but with a little extra on the end like he forgot his hand was still on my shoulder until his forward motion pulled it away. After he'd gone upstairs, I realized I was just standing there under the kitchen light without moving, so I hastily shut the lights and left.
-D
*Ahem* Anyways, the weather has been just peachy around here, if by "peachy" I meant "the sun tries to claw its way through the grey and mostly fails" which is everyone's definition, isn't it? I'm not the only one with organization issues, I feel the need to point out, since it occured to me yesterday that Daniel never told me how long he plans to stick around. Not that I mind him visiting, not at all, but I really thought he'd be by for a week, figure out that I've become this has-been shmuck and gracefully depart after humouring me about my little studio. But he seems to be enjoying himself... at least I think so. It's sometimes hard to tell with Dan, since he keeps all cards so close to his chest. Speaking of which, I discovered he's still a regular shark when it comes to poker, since we played a few games out of respect to the billions dealt while we were on the tour buses ** chuckle ** I'm just glad he turned down my suggestion that we play strip! ** LOL **
My regular help is back to the old schedule and they assured me they wouldn't have loose lips about Daniel being by. It may seem a bit overdone to be this paranoid but I've learned the hard way that unless you explicitly tell people not to gossip, they will. It's human nature, something I am mostly OK with. My maid said it was nice to finally get to see Daniel in the flesh, since she knew about him (like everyone else on the planet who isn't living under a rock and acknowledges how utterly awesome we were ha ha) and I thought that was kinda funny. If she wasn't such a believer in employee politeness, she probably would have made a joke about it being nice that some of my friends are actually real and not just figments of my overactive imagination, she had that kind of smile going. Now you know why I've hired her for so long ;)
The puttering around the studio is going well, nothing really fleshed out yet but we're still trying to touch base on where our musical interests now lie. Or rather, I blathered on about which bands I thought were superawesome, complete with excited hand-waving, and Daniel listened to me quietly with the occasional taking the piss. So what if I like what Madonna did with that old Abba tune? It's a great song! Leo called the other day to see what I was up to, a little suspicious because I hadn't called her in more than a week and I honestly told her that I had been distracted by a new album idea and I was working some things out. I feel like a naughty little boy but at the same time, Leo's not my keeper and doesn't have to be told everything I do. Oh I hope she doesn't read that, else I won't get any food at feeding time! ;)
You know, a second ago I said that Daniel holds his cards close to his chest all the time and that's probably not a fair thing to say. Not because he doesn't do it, but because sometimes I get the feeling his cards are right there, on the table all nicely laid out but instead of nines or queen of spades, all they have on them is different scenic paintings. Like the other night, I was watching this History Channel documentary on Ancient Greece (I'm secretly a philosopher, who knew? :P) and after it finished its three-hour jaunt, it turned out to be something like two in the morning. I went to go throw out the empty popcorn bag I had demolished and to my surprise, I found Daniel sitting at the kitchen table without the lights on, looking out the sliding door towards the sea. He blinked when I snapped on the light and I blinked, looking at him and wondering when he had gotten up since I had seen him go to bed hours ago.
"Did I wake you up with the telly too loud?" I asked, feeling like a bad host. Daniel smiled, slouching slightly in his wooden chair with his long legs sprawling over the pale kitchen tile.
"Nah, just couldn't sleep and didn't feel like reading a book." He reassured me, letting an idle finger run down the grain of the table. Feeling better, I walked over to the sink and tossed the popcorn bag, then leaned back against the counter.
"That happen often?" I asked, remembering how tired Daniel had looked when he arrived. Daniel smiled again but this time it wasn't a smile I could easily place. It was downright cryptic if you ask me, though if pushed I might hazard a guess that it was the kind of smile you get when something's funny but not for obvious reasons. Oooo, look at me now, not just a philosopher but a smile analyst as well ** amused smile of my own **
"From time to time, I guess more so recently?" Daniel finally replied, his gaze tarnished silver from the reflected night sky as he glanced back out the glass door.
"Any clue why?" I asked, wondering what could be enough to keep Daniel up at night, the original Mr.Relax with so much going his way lately. Maybe the studio wasn't doing so well? Maybe his dad's health? Maybe ...something with Kat? I became flustered at my invasive internal questioning that I almost missed Daniel's reply.
"Not really, I'm as much a mystery to myself as I am to everyone else." Daniel said with an uncanny mixture of self-mockery and humour, which he was still fond of doing so strategically that often people completely missed what he was taking the piss about even though they get that he's making a joke. And that's what he was doing then, telling me this joke that I knew I got a part of but I got the feeling there was a part that he wasn't telling me, something else that caused that little twist to his grin.
"Have you tried a glass of warm milk?" Good to know that even when my brain is whirring and clicking away in earnest, my mouth is still capable of uttering the most inane sentences. Daniel's smile lost that twist and looked at me with amusement that was straight-forward this time.
"Why didn't I think of that?" He quipped, then rambled his way to the fridge. For one strange moment, I honestly thought he was going to take me up on my suggestion, then he emerged from the fridge with a Corona in his hand. What did you think Hayes, he was going to have a warm glass like a little kipper? I amaze myself sometimes.
After he got the top snapped off, he tipped the bottle back for a slow sip, his head tilted back to expose that famous long neck of his. He ambled past me and clapped me on the shoulder as he passed me by into the hallway. It was your typical "Night Daz" kind of pat, but with a little extra on the end like he forgot his hand was still on my shoulder until his forward motion pulled it away. After he'd gone upstairs, I realized I was just standing there under the kitchen light without moving, so I hastily shut the lights and left.
-D