{"id":2497,"date":"2005-07-09T23:33:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-09T23:33:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2024-09-02T10:53:42","modified_gmt":"2024-09-02T10:53:42","slug":"2497","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/2005\/07\/09\/2497\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know what I want this to be anymore. I&#8217;m not even sure I still want it to be. I had intended to bring it back up sometime over the weekend with a few changes but I&#8217;m just not sure anymore. I guess it&#8217;ll come back in someway because I enjoy the typing but I think there&#8217;ll be a few things different.<\/p>\n<p>One of the big things is that I can&#8217;t update when I feel like it anymore. When I get the urge to type in work, I&#8217;m too busy to really sit at it these days and I&#8217;m just not setup the way I want at home to get going. I really need a laptop, I&#8217;m strongly thinking about spending four or five hundred quid on a pure word processor within the next pay pack or so. Such greater freedom to type, and to type from anywhere would help me a whole lot.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s been a hell of a few weeks. Every single part of it has been a rollercoaster. There have been ups and downs and twists and turns in every single aspect of my life. There is still quite a bit up in the air and I while I think I know how some of it will land, other parts I have not got a fucking clue.<\/p>\n<p>If I had any clue about what would have happened, in anyway, I&#8217;d have re-ordered a few things.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes, I hate looking after Hebe. I have no problem with her, most of my issues with dogs are now long gone, living with one kinda changes that. But what I hate is glimpse into the burden that I think she must carry. The pure and complete loneliness. She sits by the door waiting for Alex to come home and you can almost see the heartbreak when Alex doesn&#8217;t walk through the door. The pure joy that 30 seconds attention brings to her can only, I imagine, contrast so starkly with the rest of the day. While at times I do envy her simple life, most of the time I dread it.<\/p>\n<p>There is an old proverb; &#8220;A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush&#8221;. Sometimes I disagree with it completely. After all when the bird in your hand has flown away, the two in the bush will be still sitting there. I&#8217;m not quite sure how that all makes sense but it struck me while I was walking and it covers what I&#8217;m thinking.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight was meant to be a night out at R.E.M., now it&#8217;s on next Saturday. Tomorrow is Sigur Ros which I should be excited about but right now I just feel bleary and I want to head to bed, find a good book and listen to some Dylan for a while. So I am just going to do that.<\/p>\n<p>Normal serivce at some stage.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know what I want this to be anymore. I&#8217;m not even sure I still want it to be. I had intended to bring it back up sometime over the weekend with a few changes but I&#8217;m just not sure anymore. I guess it&#8217;ll come back in someway because I enjoy the typing but &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/2005\/07\/09\/2497\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2497","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2497"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5229,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2497\/revisions\/5229"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}