Quiet Contemplation...

The red sun rises on the fifth day, coffee steams on the bookcase, and How Long Will I Love You is serenading me from my iPod...

I hate to say it, but all these things are needed to get me out of bed this morning. I tried, in my fatigue (not mentally) to wake my body up through exercise. Unfortunately, my body decided that enough was enough and gave up half way through. So, that's a little bit of exercise Thursday Night, Friday Night, and now this morning - that makes for one workout right?

Tonight we chill and get this party started riiiight!

We're going over Red's to hangout: movies, telly, food, what excitements will we have in store. And I've got to remember to get the flavoured water... (psst, like I'll forget)...

Last night, I didn't get up to much, Pill's away this weekend, so I came home to a quiet house, but still with the washing up to do from when I cooked on Wednesday. So, I phoned my mother - she's back from her holidays with Dad, and then I turned my tunes on and jammed to all the ballads and danced and sang whilst I washed and cooked. I caught my reflection in the kitchen window, and I didn't think there was a fat man singing there any more. Don't get me wrong, I've got a long way to go just yet, but I'm actually thinking I'm not that fat any more...

I suppose I got the hint, when I had to go buy a new dinner jacket because all the other ones could go around me more than once (perhaps Dad wants them)...

I made the food I will be eating all weekend, a sort of bolognese with bacon instead of mince, and settled in to watch a completely rubbish RomCom with Reese Witherspoon, Paul Rudd, Owen Wilson, and Jack Nickolson. It was awful, I don't even know why I watched it. But it gave me hope that if something that rubbish (even the Last Airbender movie) could be made, then there's room for me somewhere up there.

And no one's really told me what they thought of Bute Wall yet!

So, that was my evening of quiet contemplation and exercise. Bit of a let down really, but then I was tired. Roll on 7:30!

Carpe diem...

Rainy Day In...

Yesterday, I had a day off. And that actually meant, for the first time in a long time, that I had no plans with which to do with my day, and that it was raining and miserable the washing didn't dry...

But what did you get up to? I hear your proclaim at the top of your voices, as there is nothing more important to read on the internets than this very segment of my life. Well, in truth, and if you know me well enough, I can't be sitting around all day watching TV or Films - well not by myself at any rate. If I had company it would have been quite different.

I woke up, and watched the remainder of a Top Gear episode I had switched off the night before to go to bed. Then I made coffee, set up the washing to dry inside, hoovered (not well), and eventually I left the house in pursuit of some shopping.

I bought the River Island bag (Pill is convinced its a Handbag), and then I went to the market. I bought a loaf of bread, some eggs, sausages, beef mince, potatoes, mushrooms, carrots, and a sandwich for under £15. And upon returning home I tucked into said sandwich and rummaged about on my laptop in front of the TV. 

I had hoped to watch Kingdom of Heaven, because I saw that it was on Netflix, but alas it must have been Tag's American Netflix (God Damn...summer in the city). Instead I watched 21 (a film about Blackjack. It was okay, but it spoon-fed you like Now You See Me), and then I watched a bit of Krod Mandoon (do you remember that crappy Fantasy proof on BBC2?). 

I also managed to buy the remaining clothes for my comic-con costume. All I need now is a few maps, and some shoes to go with it. Though Red had suggested broaches or something. I don't know. This is the most I've ever done for fancy dress, and it's actually starting to be enjoyable now that I'm getting to a size where certain sizes fit. 

So, all in all I managed to spend money and sit in front of the TV for a while. I tinkered about on my Laptop for a bit as well. Clareg wants me to download Lord of the Rings Online (I know I had it once, but that was a long time ago), and I downloaded Age of Empires Online and Civ 3. AOE wouldn't let me log in (I'll try that again later), and Civ 3 wasn't what I remembered it was, i.e. it's no Age of Whatever You Played...

A pretty staggeringly poor day, by all measures. And then Cherry text. Sherlock are in town! And I stood outside the film set, on the Hayes for a short while, telling Cherry everything I saw every now and then, and I would have some pictorial evidence although crappy HTC failed me. But I did see Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, and Benedict Cumberbatch.

A not bad end to the day indeed. Pill and I watch Atlantis, and watching Disney films with him is fun, because if he hasn't seen them before, he will analyse it and throw science at it. My simple response, it's a cartoon. 

I suddenly got an urge to go to Oxford. I'm not sure why. More on that story as it develops. 

Carpe diem...

No Reservations...

Today I have decided that I am going to write...

I don't know what yet, but I am going to write something. I've sort of tidied the house, and I have of course watered my Pumpkins, made myself breakfast, even though it was disappointing without the usual Banana and non-stale cereal, and put the washing out.

I have also decided that I don't really like PG Tips, Typhoo is my tea of choice, one sugar, and a drop of milk. I know, I'm common.

I am now watching No Reservations, and I am enjoying thoroughly. Oh damn my neediness for Chick-Flicks!

Why am I telling you all these things? Well the truth is, to get my mind off a few things. And I imagine you can guess which few things those would be...

Planning birthday parties that wouldn't be approved of or holidays that will not happen is not a good use of my mind, though it would be a very nice thing to do...if I had the money.

Now I had best go and do some writing, perhaps respond to a letter I received while I was away. I don't know, something needs to take my mind off things.

And while I remember, I would like to inform you that I am not Cardiff's International Poet of the Year, but oh well. I'm not a good poet, I know that.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...