I'm procrastinating
I should write, a lot has gone on.
I appear to be procrastinating.
This is possibly the 8th or 9th attempt by the council over the last year to try and fix the water leaking onto the road at the bottom of the hill. This is, however, the first time I remember jackhammering at 10:30 at night.
it's not going to bother me, but I suspect some of the neighbours will not be happy.
There's been cricket. Cricket is back, summer is almost here.
Drugs are good. My batting appears to have improved, for the first time I can remember I'm actually excited to bat.
MBG has been some small drama. Drunk MBG is different. I'm not sure I'm a fan. She does not appear to be a fan of her either, and she doesn't want me to see that side of her again.
"Will you count me in?" All is forgiven, and I tumble again.
Completed HSR training. This shall be amusing.
G has cancer. Fuck cancer.
Lions won their first game. Beating the Cranbrook old boys by 5 runs, coincidentally the same five run overthrow that The Lawyer and I ran.
My lightning fast pace with the ball, caused a shard of the first drop's bat to skitter down the pitch towards me. While he looked in surprise at his bat, I picked up the shard, said "This is mine now," and turned and walked back to my mark.
He left the rest of the bat behind when they left following their defeat which I have now claimed as "The Spoils of War." Score one for the proletariat! We are the 99%! (not to be confused with the 100%, or the 3%ers of which I was briefly part of on Facebook)
I saw The Angels with with evilmegsy. They played 'Dark Room' in full. I never thought I would hear eight of those ten songs ever played live. It was great. Gleeson wasn't Doc, but it was still great.
I'm taking MBG to Carly Rae Jepsen, because, something. I think. Unless she's decided she's out, and hasn't made that clear. I did promise to myself that I would not overthink and doubt her again, but the drugs are wearing off, and sensible advice suggests that I should stop this whole thing.
Sensible advice! What do they know? This is the 21st century! We don't listen to sensible advice. fake news! global science conspiracy! Bilderberg group! rockafellere! deep state! But her emails! um stuff.
I have watched a bit of Letterkenny. it's funny. it's sometimes painful but it's funny.
I have been doing the right thing and being the positive role model that a cricket president should be for some of the players who need it most. I think it is important.
I was so sore after a couple of beers on Sunday when I came home that I could barely walk up the stairs. 55 overs in the field on Saturday plus a 30-minute at bat, then 35 overs on Sunday and another short bat. I bowled about 15 overs across the weekend.
Being physically tired has helped correct my sleep patterns somewhat. Was not as sore as I expected on Monday, nor Tuesday. Left knee felt a bit sore after training, so we'll try to keep an eye on that.
There's too much work at work, and like an idiot I take on more and more responsibility.
I have had to cut my nails shorter than they have been in years for guitar playing, however this has triggered me picking at them which is a habit that I worked to drop as a teenager.
Medication? MBG? Another anxiety? We shall see.
To the professionals!
I appear to be procrastinating.
This is possibly the 8th or 9th attempt by the council over the last year to try and fix the water leaking onto the road at the bottom of the hill. This is, however, the first time I remember jackhammering at 10:30 at night.
it's not going to bother me, but I suspect some of the neighbours will not be happy.
There's been cricket. Cricket is back, summer is almost here.
Drugs are good. My batting appears to have improved, for the first time I can remember I'm actually excited to bat.
MBG has been some small drama. Drunk MBG is different. I'm not sure I'm a fan. She does not appear to be a fan of her either, and she doesn't want me to see that side of her again.
"Will you count me in?" All is forgiven, and I tumble again.
Completed HSR training. This shall be amusing.
G has cancer. Fuck cancer.
Lions won their first game. Beating the Cranbrook old boys by 5 runs, coincidentally the same five run overthrow that The Lawyer and I ran.
My lightning fast pace with the ball, caused a shard of the first drop's bat to skitter down the pitch towards me. While he looked in surprise at his bat, I picked up the shard, said "This is mine now," and turned and walked back to my mark.
He left the rest of the bat behind when they left following their defeat which I have now claimed as "The Spoils of War." Score one for the proletariat! We are the 99%! (not to be confused with the 100%, or the 3%ers of which I was briefly part of on Facebook)
I saw The Angels with with evilmegsy. They played 'Dark Room' in full. I never thought I would hear eight of those ten songs ever played live. It was great. Gleeson wasn't Doc, but it was still great.
I'm taking MBG to Carly Rae Jepsen, because, something. I think. Unless she's decided she's out, and hasn't made that clear. I did promise to myself that I would not overthink and doubt her again, but the drugs are wearing off, and sensible advice suggests that I should stop this whole thing.
Sensible advice! What do they know? This is the 21st century! We don't listen to sensible advice. fake news! global science conspiracy! Bilderberg group! rockafellere! deep state! But her emails! um stuff.
I have watched a bit of Letterkenny. it's funny. it's sometimes painful but it's funny.
I have been doing the right thing and being the positive role model that a cricket president should be for some of the players who need it most. I think it is important.
I was so sore after a couple of beers on Sunday when I came home that I could barely walk up the stairs. 55 overs in the field on Saturday plus a 30-minute at bat, then 35 overs on Sunday and another short bat. I bowled about 15 overs across the weekend.
Being physically tired has helped correct my sleep patterns somewhat. Was not as sore as I expected on Monday, nor Tuesday. Left knee felt a bit sore after training, so we'll try to keep an eye on that.
There's too much work at work, and like an idiot I take on more and more responsibility.
I have had to cut my nails shorter than they have been in years for guitar playing, however this has triggered me picking at them which is a habit that I worked to drop as a teenager.
Medication? MBG? Another anxiety? We shall see.
To the professionals!