This Wonderful Wanderlust
I feel a lot better than I did a few days ago! And I’m sorry to bang on about ‘oh poor me, poor my foot, I am soooo loooooonely’ when I know there are other people on here (you know who you are and I do read you, I just can’t comment on you) going through absolute hell (or just mild hell) at the moment. Don’t worry about me - I just need somewhere to whinge at the moment and Facebook ain’t the place for whinging, good old mopey goth sanctuary LJ is where you come for that sort of nonsense.
I ought to explain about the comment thing - I mainly only use the internet on my phone these days and I have next to no signal at my office and commenting on lj on my phone is a complete chore so I am rubbish at commenting/replying to comments until the weekends. So - sorry about that. I’m afraid I will never be able to use LJ like I used to in the glory days. Sad, but possibly more productive, times.
I am designing a treasure hunt again!! Go me! Mainly just for the fun of it - but…still…
I had to postpone secret theatre project for this Summer for a few reasons - some of which were work, some a bit more personal, some just plain old logistical - I could have handled one set of problems but not all three at once - it made me sad but I feel better having more time and space to work on the concept.
My stupid foot is having a right old go at me today because yesterday I went back to walking my ususal number of steps. It did not like that at all. I mean I can still walk but it is grumbling at me. But I am afraid (Thatcher voice) MR FOOT, I REFUSE TO SIT AROUND ON MY ARSE.
Tomorrow I have to go and help out on the get out of Such Stuff for a couple of hours and then I have to go to a meet and greet for another theatrical project I am going to help out on over the summer - although this is subject to Fascist Foot’s whims as I suspect it involves a lot of standing around. No I won’t be going to the doctor just yet - I will know when it is time to go to the doctor and that time is not just yet. Besides - all the doctor will have to offer is things I don’t like - anti-inflammatories (we’ve never got on, see the Great Wheezing of 2002), bed rest (no - just no - not even - I can’t work from home because I don’t have anywhere to work and the internet connection is rubbish and I can’t have sick time off work because: actual career and I would DIE if I stayed at home for a month) and eventually cortisone injections. (Absolutely not) But obviously if it is still like this in early July I will go. I suspect I definitely have to get a tennis ball for under my desk at work though. FOOT TENNIS.
I wish I had something entertaining to relate…but I honestly don’t, I don’t think - I can’t do a picture post or I would show you an hilarious bin squirrel from yesterday evening’s walk. Oh I suppose I could tell you about that - in order to get my step count up, I decided to walk around Waterlow Park after work. I am not sure why I haven’t done this more as it’s only a few stops on from where I usually alight - I think I got put off when I spotted rats there a few years back. Anyway - the park was pleasantly abandoned due to the not unpleasant but slightly gloomy evening so I had a nice little wander. The Park exit drops me off by a nice walk home along Hornsey Lane and over Suicide Bridge and then along the funny little paths at the top of the Parkland Walk into my street. So I had spectacular views and a nice May evening whilst listening to Japan’s Oil on Canvas. I first heard it when it came out but didn’t own it until the week I graduated university…its odd for a group’s live album to be better than their studio work, but bloody hell it is - there’s something about it - funny how some of my favourite recordings of the 80s were made in Hammersmith Odeon.
My Spotify discover weekly (which doesn’t usually so much discover things for me as remind me) played a blinder yesterday when it played B-52s Dirty Back Road at me on the way to work which was what inspired my evening of wandering and listening to good music. Both things have improved my mood no end - despite my bloody foot. Honestly, foot, sort it out.
I ought to explain about the comment thing - I mainly only use the internet on my phone these days and I have next to no signal at my office and commenting on lj on my phone is a complete chore so I am rubbish at commenting/replying to comments until the weekends. So - sorry about that. I’m afraid I will never be able to use LJ like I used to in the glory days. Sad, but possibly more productive, times.
I am designing a treasure hunt again!! Go me! Mainly just for the fun of it - but…still…
I had to postpone secret theatre project for this Summer for a few reasons - some of which were work, some a bit more personal, some just plain old logistical - I could have handled one set of problems but not all three at once - it made me sad but I feel better having more time and space to work on the concept.
My stupid foot is having a right old go at me today because yesterday I went back to walking my ususal number of steps. It did not like that at all. I mean I can still walk but it is grumbling at me. But I am afraid (Thatcher voice) MR FOOT, I REFUSE TO SIT AROUND ON MY ARSE.
Tomorrow I have to go and help out on the get out of Such Stuff for a couple of hours and then I have to go to a meet and greet for another theatrical project I am going to help out on over the summer - although this is subject to Fascist Foot’s whims as I suspect it involves a lot of standing around. No I won’t be going to the doctor just yet - I will know when it is time to go to the doctor and that time is not just yet. Besides - all the doctor will have to offer is things I don’t like - anti-inflammatories (we’ve never got on, see the Great Wheezing of 2002), bed rest (no - just no - not even - I can’t work from home because I don’t have anywhere to work and the internet connection is rubbish and I can’t have sick time off work because: actual career and I would DIE if I stayed at home for a month) and eventually cortisone injections. (Absolutely not) But obviously if it is still like this in early July I will go. I suspect I definitely have to get a tennis ball for under my desk at work though. FOOT TENNIS.
I wish I had something entertaining to relate…but I honestly don’t, I don’t think - I can’t do a picture post or I would show you an hilarious bin squirrel from yesterday evening’s walk. Oh I suppose I could tell you about that - in order to get my step count up, I decided to walk around Waterlow Park after work. I am not sure why I haven’t done this more as it’s only a few stops on from where I usually alight - I think I got put off when I spotted rats there a few years back. Anyway - the park was pleasantly abandoned due to the not unpleasant but slightly gloomy evening so I had a nice little wander. The Park exit drops me off by a nice walk home along Hornsey Lane and over Suicide Bridge and then along the funny little paths at the top of the Parkland Walk into my street. So I had spectacular views and a nice May evening whilst listening to Japan’s Oil on Canvas. I first heard it when it came out but didn’t own it until the week I graduated university…its odd for a group’s live album to be better than their studio work, but bloody hell it is - there’s something about it - funny how some of my favourite recordings of the 80s were made in Hammersmith Odeon.
My Spotify discover weekly (which doesn’t usually so much discover things for me as remind me) played a blinder yesterday when it played B-52s Dirty Back Road at me on the way to work which was what inspired my evening of wandering and listening to good music. Both things have improved my mood no end - despite my bloody foot. Honestly, foot, sort it out.