Domesticity

No updates today – and possibly tomorrow – as major changes ae going on here chez Lyle. I’ve now got a friend sharing the house with me, as her marriage has travelled up crap creek without a paddle to redeem itself.

So for the forseeable future, the house doesn’t have just me in it. It’s an interesting development (one of many) over the last couple of weeks, and will take some time and energy in order for me to figure out what the chuff’s going on.

So bear with me, and if weekends are quiet, you’ll have to live with it for the moment. It’s all going to calm down soon, I promise. Well, “soon” in the geological context, anyway. *grin*

Not Waving

One thing I’ve been glad to see today is that a new legislation will, for the first time in the UK, allow for ‘living wills’. I’ve always liked this kind of thing, along with the American “DNR” (Do Not Resuscitate) document. I would hate to be in a position where someone could decide what should happen to me, and to have no valid form of input into that decision.

‘Living Wills’ aren’t a comprehensive answer – but at least they open the door for such a thing.

Headspace

Do you ever have periods where your head is utterly full, and there’s really not much room – if any at all – for other stuff? Well, that’s been this week for me.

I’m sure I’ll write a load about various things in the end, but for now there’s a process going on of trying to get it all to make sense first. Doomed to failure, of course, but there we go.

So anyway, there’s chuff all happening here – however, Emily is looking for tales of casual sex (to add to her book, rather than random pervery) so go on, have some fun over there.

Inertia

Well, last night I ended up sleeping at something like 3am, and up at 7.30. Yet I feel better than when I’ve been going to bed at midnight. There’s no logic to this, and it’s doing my head in.

And in other news I still feel like shite, healthwise. Thank Christ it’s Friday, and the weekend looms.

However, today may be slow on the updates – there’s a distinct air of lethargy about the place. Hope you don’t mind.

Men

Why is it that so many men are such complete knob-heads?

A friend of mine came over this evening to see La Mala Educacion (“Bad Education”) by Pedro Almodovar. Her boyfriend knew where we were, yet when she came out of the cinema, there were no less than six missed calls from him.

After that, having called back, and despite telling him she was going to be driving, the numbnuts cockknocker called back another four times. Absolutely bizarre – I swear I don’t understand how people think that this kind of behaviour is either a) sane, b) attractive, and c) likely to keep the relationship going.

I despair.

Camel – Horse Designed By Committee

According to a new study, committees are stressful, boring, and unproductive. I’m amazed it’s taken this long for anyone to figure it out, really – obviously the people doing the study had never worked for a local authority, or any form of Government.

Improving The Day

Considering the last post though, today is actually rating as a Bloody Good Day^® so far. Only a couple of weeks ago, I observed (not here, but to the parents) that one of my favourite bands, the Cowboy Junkies, hadn’t toured in ages. Then I saw an ad in NME that said they were playing one gig. In London. The next day. Arse-nuggets.

Anyway, I had a look around today, and they’re doing a UK tour, including playing a gig in Manchester in October. Tickets have already been purchased, and I’m looking forward to it. Fan-bloody-tastic!