It's eight o'clock on a Sunday night...
Jul. 25th, 2004 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthingsSunday, 8pm and as I'm finishing my dinner I'm struck my exactly how tired I am. A large weekend spent partying? Alas no, a quiet weekend spent being domestic and catching up on work. The last few weeks have been so hectic: emotionally, physically, work-wise and home-wise. I feel I've been leaping from crisis to crisis, no time to find my feet before I've been knocked off them again. The last few days things have finally started to settle down and the exhaustion has struck with a vengeance!
I've looked at clouds from both sides now...
My back has been well behaved since Thursday. Hooray! I've been a much happier person since, but I stayed working from home. Thursday I was pretty exhausted and still rather hazy from pain killers and Friday I just couldn't bear to spend in the office, not when actually feeling good for the first time in nearly a fortnight! So I did a tiny bit of work and swanned around with my camera enjoying the beautiful weather (evidenced by above shot). Friday night we got Singaporean take-away, watched The Last Samurai and I thoroughly enjoyed a few vodkas. Saturday was blissfully relaxed, a much needed day off from responsibility and stress. After a leisurely breakfast of pancakes with maple syrup we took ourselves to the Rocklea flower markets (flower wholesalers) for some pleasure-shopping. We were both in yellow moods, it seems, as I selected bright yellow roses and Alex some cheery yellow jonquils. After admiring the irises, poppies, lilies and more we took our purchases home before heading out again to brave Westfield Indooroopilly: one of those large shopping malls with little natural light and an over-abundance of teenagers.
We successfully found Alex some much needed new clothes on special and a new mobile phone. I went in search of and found a suitable vase for the jonquils and got Friday's film developed. Bitter disappointment as learning most of my macro shots were wasted. Half a blurry roll of film proof that the little cam just doesn't do what I want it to. Confirming my decision to go digital we checked out the camera shop and I drooled over both the Olympus and Cannon 10X optical zoom cameras. The attendant was a wonderful lad and let me play with them both and was not the least pushy - such a pleasure! The result: I'm leaning toward the more expensive Cannon. Although it intimidates me far more with it's weightiness and amplitude of buttons, switches and settings I think in the long run it will take my photography further and challenge me in the process. So a grand all up and I should have my very first digital toy: best start saving!
Saturday night and Alex donned the chef hat for a passable curry and I lazed about chatting on IRC. A couple of people's negative attitudes wound be up enough to snap and I let fly. In one case (of someone I actually consider a real-life friend and have watched slide into a downwards spiral) I think the arse-kicking was successful and actually appreciated. An intelligent soul, he realises I have his best interests at heart. The other, just a frustrating lesson in wilful ignorance. I admit to getting mad enough to launch bitch-kreig, which is something I haven't done in many years. I'm not sure the recipient understands why, but strangely I don't feel overly horrible about it.
After a late night we slept in this morning and both woke tired and a little frayed. The realization sunk in that I needed to have a report completed to account for 2.5 days of working from home where I'd actually probably done about 2.5hrs worth of work. So while Alex made a dent in the domestics I got into work mode and whined bitterly about the uselessness of the project I'm working on. Eventually I got the report written to a standard I feel exceeds expectations, and surprisingly it only took me 6 hrs interspersed with chatter and lunch. We then donned comfy shoes and took a dusk wander down to La Dolce Vita for iced caffeine treats and a relax. Wandering home in the last of the light we eyed off houses, play-tussled and snuggled. Home again I caught up with online friends and cooked dinner, the smug, self-satisfied feeling of finishing the report so quickly disappearing rapidly as I realised the draft of my paper for that conference is due by Friday and I'm yet to start writing it. But not to worry about it tonight - it can be dealt with tomorrow after a night's sleep and a strong coffee. Right now tomorrow could be an aeon away...
I've looked at clouds from both sides now...
My back has been well behaved since Thursday. Hooray! I've been a much happier person since, but I stayed working from home. Thursday I was pretty exhausted and still rather hazy from pain killers and Friday I just couldn't bear to spend in the office, not when actually feeling good for the first time in nearly a fortnight! So I did a tiny bit of work and swanned around with my camera enjoying the beautiful weather (evidenced by above shot). Friday night we got Singaporean take-away, watched The Last Samurai and I thoroughly enjoyed a few vodkas. Saturday was blissfully relaxed, a much needed day off from responsibility and stress. After a leisurely breakfast of pancakes with maple syrup we took ourselves to the Rocklea flower markets (flower wholesalers) for some pleasure-shopping. We were both in yellow moods, it seems, as I selected bright yellow roses and Alex some cheery yellow jonquils. After admiring the irises, poppies, lilies and more we took our purchases home before heading out again to brave Westfield Indooroopilly: one of those large shopping malls with little natural light and an over-abundance of teenagers.
We successfully found Alex some much needed new clothes on special and a new mobile phone. I went in search of and found a suitable vase for the jonquils and got Friday's film developed. Bitter disappointment as learning most of my macro shots were wasted. Half a blurry roll of film proof that the little cam just doesn't do what I want it to. Confirming my decision to go digital we checked out the camera shop and I drooled over both the Olympus and Cannon 10X optical zoom cameras. The attendant was a wonderful lad and let me play with them both and was not the least pushy - such a pleasure! The result: I'm leaning toward the more expensive Cannon. Although it intimidates me far more with it's weightiness and amplitude of buttons, switches and settings I think in the long run it will take my photography further and challenge me in the process. So a grand all up and I should have my very first digital toy: best start saving!
Saturday night and Alex donned the chef hat for a passable curry and I lazed about chatting on IRC. A couple of people's negative attitudes wound be up enough to snap and I let fly. In one case (of someone I actually consider a real-life friend and have watched slide into a downwards spiral) I think the arse-kicking was successful and actually appreciated. An intelligent soul, he realises I have his best interests at heart. The other, just a frustrating lesson in wilful ignorance. I admit to getting mad enough to launch bitch-kreig, which is something I haven't done in many years. I'm not sure the recipient understands why, but strangely I don't feel overly horrible about it.
After a late night we slept in this morning and both woke tired and a little frayed. The realization sunk in that I needed to have a report completed to account for 2.5 days of working from home where I'd actually probably done about 2.5hrs worth of work. So while Alex made a dent in the domestics I got into work mode and whined bitterly about the uselessness of the project I'm working on. Eventually I got the report written to a standard I feel exceeds expectations, and surprisingly it only took me 6 hrs interspersed with chatter and lunch. We then donned comfy shoes and took a dusk wander down to La Dolce Vita for iced caffeine treats and a relax. Wandering home in the last of the light we eyed off houses, play-tussled and snuggled. Home again I caught up with online friends and cooked dinner, the smug, self-satisfied feeling of finishing the report so quickly disappearing rapidly as I realised the draft of my paper for that conference is due by Friday and I'm yet to start writing it. But not to worry about it tonight - it can be dealt with tomorrow after a night's sleep and a strong coffee. Right now tomorrow could be an aeon away...
