Of all the Saturdays in August...

I've just realised that I can't go to the Clerk of Courts dinner in Auguist, because it clashes with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s birthday plans. Typical - there's what, five Saturdays in August? And it's not like my social calender is that full. Bah.

Ah well, the CC dinner is just another excuse for a bunch of public servants to get dressed up and get extremely drunk. I'll have more fun at the Comedy Club. ;)

Now for the weekend update...

Friday - After doing what turned out to be effectively half an hour overtime in order to finish something that got interrupted by The Meeting That Wouldn't End (but was entertaining, what with people choking on mini Mars bars and such), I decided I owed myself a drink. Just the one. So I went down to the Irish Times and had a pint of Caffrey's, and wrote a little, read a little more, and listened to various conversations going on around me. Then I took myself home, deciding en route that I didn't feel like cooking and going to Singh's, the excellent Indian place around the corner from my house. I had another beer there, bringing my total for the evening up to two, and that was it. I got home, watched the Angel episode I'd taped the night before, trawled around online for a bit, and then took myself to bed.

Saturday - chores day. I caught up on the dishes I'd let collect, went and did some grocery shopping, and tidied up some. Wrote quite a bit, finishing Death and the Art..., (although I'm thinking I will be re-writing certain bits), and made my FF.Net discovery.

Sunday - lunch with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]. Froze our arses off in the park (it was warm that morning, honest!), then went down to the video rental place and got the two original Ring movies on DVD. Yep, still have [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s DVD player. I think I know season 4 Buffy backwards by now. ;) We also got a Jet Li movie Black Mask, with a horrible English dub and no way to switch it on the dvd settings. So we decided not to torture ourselves with that one. Instead we tortured Bounce with California Dreaming, a truly bad fic, but a truly wonderful mistie, and eventually I kicked them out so I could go to bed at a reasonable hour for work the next day.

Being a grown-up sucks sometimes.

I'm getting restless. August is my travel month, and I'm not going anywhere. Except maybe Brisbane to see my Melancamp and the D's and Lynxie. Which reminds me, I must go to the Flight Centre this week and sort out tickets. But yeah, I'm finding myself bored a lot of the time - bored at work, bored on weekends (since I'm not going to the pub anymore)... I need a new hobby, something I don't have to rely on other people to do, but where I can meet folks. 'Cause I don't like to hassle the same people all the time for company, but when I don't, I don't get any company. You'd think in a city this big meeting people wouldn't be a problem.

I seem to have lost the knack a bit.

Coldplay concert on Friday, tho'. And karate tonight and Wednesday. Just have to fill in the rest of the week.

Only an hour to go...

Thank goodness for that.

Feeling really flat today. I'm guessing it's because I didn't sleep very well - I kept waking up, and tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. I think I'm going to haev to lash out and get myself either a thicker mattress for the sofabed, or a proper single bed (single would be all I could fit in the room). And a better pillow - I had to retire my previous favourite, and the one I have now is worse than useless. I've had a tension headache all day, and my shoulders are absolutely sceraming. And my back isn't that happy with me either.

I've got a feeling I'll be exchanging tonight's karate session for an hour soaking in the indoor pool at Brunnie Baths - the hot water at home isn't hot enough, and I need to soak. Well, I need a backrub, but that isn't going to happen, unless I find a way do it myself without removing my arms.

A good night to avoid going online, I think. I'm feeling whiny and God knows I don't need another one of those kinds of posts. Especially with things that are going on with others that are far more important.

Theraputic violence...

Well, what do you know, I did end up at karate after all.

And you know what? I feel a heap better. Tired, a bit bruised, and I'm lucky I still have my head on after Alex decided to demonstrate a bunch of headlock moves using me as the dummy, but emotionally a lot better. Perhaps because I got to talk to people who weren't from work, and who were glad to see me. Perhaps because Alex let me use him as a punching bag, and I took a lot of frustration out on his arm (which, since he has no nerve endings any more after 15 years of training, is none the worse for it). Perhaps because I didn't coddle myself and wuss out again and actually achieved something beyond sitting around feeling sorry for myself.

Whatever it was, I do feel much better for it.

Bugger of a head wind, the cyclist's nemesis, on the way home. The same wind that reduced my ride to work this morning by two and a half minutes and several traffic lights decided to make life difficult. But whilst it took me longer to get home, my calmer mood was still intact.

And what should I find on TV as I'm making dinner but a special on Bruce Lee's last (unfinished) film. Including previously-lost footage.

Whoa. That's all I can say.

The man was an absolute genius. And his philosophies on life and martial arts reminded me of my favourite teacher, Meng. A huge loss to the world.

My shoulders are still sore, tho'. *pulls a face*