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Random is very grumpy.

It's been a while since my last real update, and for most of the time I've felt that life has been very shitty. Life hasn't been very shitty, but it's felt that way to me, which is why I haven't been posting.

The main problem is that my brain feels very fractured, and I'm unable to concentrate on more than one thing. Since there's at least half a dozen things I want to deal with, I haven't been getting much done as a result. My apologies to the people I'm supposed to be working with on those things.

Physically I'm stuck in a rut. I'm having serious difficulty getting out of bed in the morning, I've slid a bit off my diet, and I seem to lack the willpower to get back on to it again and as a result I feel I've gotten fatter again. Part of that problem is that I have actually put on a lot of muscle across the shoulders and chest, and as a result a lot of the clothing I have doesn't fit all that well any more, and I'm going to have to go up a size in shirts.

Another problem is that this winter is effecting (is that the right spelling?) me a hell of a lot more than previous winters. It's not as cold as it was last year (and for that I'm thankful) but it feels colder.

I'll get over it, I always do, but I just feel really crappy at the moment.

However, the most important thing at the moment is how this changes my plans.

I am not going down to Melbourne for my birthday. Much as I would like to, I had to change my mind. With the move to Melbourne only about 8 months away, I really need to save my money, so I'm going to stay at home instead. The weekend I was going to be having my birthday dinner here in Brisbane, I will instead be spending the weekend up with my parents and brother who'll be visiting for his birthday. So, I've moved my birthday dinner to the actual night of my birthday, the 26th.

So, you're all invited to dinner at Hogs Breath Cafe at Indooroopilly on Saturday the 26th of August. I want to make the booking the week before, so can people let me know if they want to come by the 20th.

Now I'll just pretend I'm working again. I'd love to just take a week off and recover from life, but at the moment I can't afford to.

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aeduna
Aug. 11th, 2006 04:09 am (UTC)
Something that affects you has an effect. So, winter is affecting you.... which makes the move to Melbourne a little strange given the difference in winter weather :>
halloranelder
Aug. 11th, 2006 04:39 am (UTC)
Yes, winter is colder down there, but Melbourne is designed for winter, and that makes the difference.

Most Queensland houses are designed for summer, which means they are an absolute bitch to keep warm in winter. If I lived in a properly insulated house that didn't leak like a sieve, I'd be happy! :)

Besides, I'd be comfortable with a bit of physical discomfort in return for the greatly reduced spiritual, mental and social discomfort I currently have.
aeduna
Aug. 11th, 2006 04:42 am (UTC)
Fair call :-) Certainly all the offices down here are hot during winter *makes face*
kunoichi_chan
Aug. 11th, 2006 04:30 am (UTC)
Hope you have a good birthday then, even if you had to change plans, and I hope things start getting better for you soon!

*hug*
designadrug
Aug. 11th, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)
"I've felt that life has been very shitty. Life hasn't been very shitty, but it's felt that way to me, which is why I haven't been posting."

"The main problem is that my brain feels very fractured, and I'm unable to concentrate on more than one thing... I haven't been getting much done as a result."

"I'm having serious difficulty getting out of bed in the morning, I've slid a bit off my diet, and I seem to lack the willpower to get back on to it..."

"Now I'll just pretend I'm working again."


When you are where I am right now, people say these things and you recognise them to be signs. They are written in a foreign script, and I ignored them; to my peril. Only after you pass them do you realise that they are actually saying;

"Danger: cliff edge may give way unexpectedly!"

Take a step back. Find someone to talk to. Figure out why you feel the way you do.
mareth_redorb
Aug. 11th, 2006 05:03 am (UTC)
I'm guessing you're noticing the cold more as you don't have the insulating layer of fatty tissue you did in winters past. Of course, it might be something else entirely.


*contemplates possibility of flying up to Brisbane for the 26th, realises won't be able to due to funds committed elsewhere*

Damn!
travisjhall
Aug. 11th, 2006 07:17 am (UTC)

I tried calling you last night, and couldn't get you. I've got news that might help in at least one way, anyway. I won't be home tonight, so if you get a chance call me on my mobile, please.

If you don't get a chance, I guess I'll see you tomorrow afternoon.

halloranelder
Aug. 11th, 2006 07:23 am (UTC)
Hi Travis,

I just tried rining your mobile and got no answer. I'll try again in about half an hour.
draquin
Aug. 11th, 2006 08:20 am (UTC)
Hey Sweetie (((HUGS)))
Feel like a visitation tomorrow ??
halloranelder
Aug. 11th, 2006 04:07 pm (UTC)
Maybe. Theoretically I need to be somewhere for something, but it looks like it won't be happening. I'll SMS you to let you know.

Standard visit from about 3 or 3:30?
draquin
Aug. 12th, 2006 12:47 am (UTC)
Ummm... possibly. More likely an early visit, like lunchtime-ish.
Wanna come look at roses with me ?
Will sms you when I get small son & TN sorted out in a while.
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