Routine. What is it good for? I've been so out of whack with normal goings on - what with all my overseas friends visiting and a little holiday - that the mere thought of having to sink back into a mundane routine of "wake, wank, work, get drunk, go sleep" fills me with terror. Well, the wake and work part at any rate.
I have had such an awesome time of late that I don't wanna go all normal again. I enjoyed going to wine farms in the middle of the day in the middle of the week.
Alas, all the fun has come to an end now. Or at least, the overseas excuses have all left. One even found time to cut off all his hair while here - hair that for the best part of his last 18 years has been arse length. How the times they is a-changin'...
"What the fuck has any of this got to do with the picture up there?" I hear you ask. Well, dear reader, this is how I currently feel. Dear Miss Rose Thorn came over and made me dinner last night. We may have drunk a little as well. All under the very clever guise of having "band practice". Dinner was exquisite though.
I also managed to get back to reviewing albums, something I have been very slack with of late. So. I am getting back to a more normalised version of my life. Routine. If you will. Perhaps I should take tonight off and just relax, before I feel like the picture above again tomorrow morning.
So perhaps routine isn't such a bad thing after all. It may be the only thing that's surreptitiously saving us from a glorious yet untimely death...
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Hmm, this was written yesterday. And I reckon you ended up pretty much like that pic last night didn't you! Yeah, you have a routine alright! Just not the one you think you have. :0)
ReplyDeleteI was waiting for someone to make that observation...
ReplyDeleteaaaah, so nice that my dinners are appreciated. And that I was not alone in feeling like that. hahaha.
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