Some days, I just don't want to be a grown up.
I have something at work that I need to have finished by the end of the day. I've written about a paragraph, and I'm really struggling to get any further. Hence the livejournalling.
Yesterday I went out for Loui's birthday, amd I was reminded of my journal by someone who used to read it. It's weird when that happens - other than maybe five or six core people, like Mooga and a handful of others I always imagine that this goes largely unread, and that it's only interesting to people who know me in real life.
I'm busting to see people's pictures on facebook of the various places I was at over the weekend. As weekends go, it was a good one.
That's all, I think. I really need to get some stuff done.
Yesterday I went out for Loui's birthday, amd I was reminded of my journal by someone who used to read it. It's weird when that happens - other than maybe five or six core people, like Mooga and a handful of others I always imagine that this goes largely unread, and that it's only interesting to people who know me in real life.
I'm busting to see people's pictures on facebook of the various places I was at over the weekend. As weekends go, it was a good one.
That's all, I think. I really need to get some stuff done.