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After a lovely (and packed!) week, Kirsten's back off the US now, she flew this morning about 9am, so she ought to be touching down in the next hour, I think.
aaaaaand I have to bloody work! What a crap comedown from seeing the girlshape :P
So, I'm listening to thumping techno and trying to keep my mind on the work. If I get enough done, I might allow myself an evening off for good behaviour. ho hum.
We successfully met the parents and some relatives, everyone got on really well (not that I thought they wouldn't, but still - a relief!), and got poor Kirsten a bit trashed on Thursday meeting my dirty goth mates. Also got to do things like go to London Zoo with Corben, and visit my little bro and his wife.
Next time I see her ... is the week before the wedding. Crikey.
Loads to plan and do... and loads of fucking work to fit it all around.
I've not written any music in weeks (really, REALLY rare for me - even though I don't put out more than about 1/8th of what I write, I used to write two or three semi-tracks a week), and I feel really out of shape, so I guess the next bit of getting my life into some sort of working shape is finding time for my hobbies again :P This will happen in time, though, I've never been one to deny myself chill-time for extended periods, as I go mental (more mental) otherwise.
Actually, on the mentalism-and-music front, I do (probably obviously to anyone but me) feel LESS mental at the moment, having not had the usual weekly visits t' Dark Place in my mind, via the Booze Train. I used to need it to stop me going crazy, but I suppose that over the years it's become a component of my problems. As I've said to a few people that had noticed, I suspect the world can live with a few less DeathBoy tracks and I'll get a slightly longer lifespan out of the reduced alcohol abuse, so it's quite swings-and-roundabouts.
That said, I really fancy doing something creative in a non-work context this evening, so I'd best stop procrastinating on LJ and get the fuck back to work. WOO.
aaaaaand I have to bloody work! What a crap comedown from seeing the girlshape :P
So, I'm listening to thumping techno and trying to keep my mind on the work. If I get enough done, I might allow myself an evening off for good behaviour. ho hum.
We successfully met the parents and some relatives, everyone got on really well (not that I thought they wouldn't, but still - a relief!), and got poor Kirsten a bit trashed on Thursday meeting my dirty goth mates. Also got to do things like go to London Zoo with Corben, and visit my little bro and his wife.
Next time I see her ... is the week before the wedding. Crikey.
Loads to plan and do... and loads of fucking work to fit it all around.
I've not written any music in weeks (really, REALLY rare for me - even though I don't put out more than about 1/8th of what I write, I used to write two or three semi-tracks a week), and I feel really out of shape, so I guess the next bit of getting my life into some sort of working shape is finding time for my hobbies again :P This will happen in time, though, I've never been one to deny myself chill-time for extended periods, as I go mental (more mental) otherwise.
Actually, on the mentalism-and-music front, I do (probably obviously to anyone but me) feel LESS mental at the moment, having not had the usual weekly visits t' Dark Place in my mind, via the Booze Train. I used to need it to stop me going crazy, but I suppose that over the years it's become a component of my problems. As I've said to a few people that had noticed, I suspect the world can live with a few less DeathBoy tracks and I'll get a slightly longer lifespan out of the reduced alcohol abuse, so it's quite swings-and-roundabouts.
That said, I really fancy doing something creative in a non-work context this evening, so I'd best stop procrastinating on LJ and get the fuck back to work. WOO.
