It’s been a long day. Much of it not good and I don’t know how any of it is going to change. I’ve got a lot on my plate tomorrow and while I know where to start with some of it but for a lot of it I’m going to be running around in the dark. Still some of it should be fun.<\/p>\n
Not likely.<\/p>\n
Um it’s pretty much the embodiment of same shit different day these days. SSDD. I’m tired, stressed and overworked. I’m possibly worried more about stuff than I should be but I have a horrible feeling I’m badly fucked but I think it’s just an over reaction to everything going on.<\/p>\n
Friendster is taking off again thanks in no small part to V Idol which is exactly what it sounds like. Went from 8k in my network to 80k just by adding a small amount of the V folk.<\/p>\n
I have to find something to do. Some sort of actual hobby, preferably something which keeps me out for a while but also does not break the bank.<\/p>\n
No reading tonight, straight to bed shortly. This morning I don’t remember turning off my alarm. I remember waking up pretty much in a panic thinking it was late in the morning. Turns out it wasn’t but it was enough to have me run a little late. This whole train business is great tho. I was home after having been to the shop for dinner and walking from Clapham Junction by 6.50 tonight. I’m usually lucky to be in by that time. Drop the walk and shop and I could have been home by 6.30. It’s all good.<\/p>\n
No dreams lately, just too tired I guess. Some random thoughts about people I knew lifetimes ago and yes a few longings for such lifetimes ago leading to that thought, if you could start over again “a million miles away” ( I just watched the video for Hurt<\/i>) what one thing would you change?<\/p>\n
I haven’t got a fucking clue. I can think of three major things off the top of my head and more every second I think about. Hmm no regrets and all that crap eh?<\/p>\n
So to break things up, here are some lyrics. They are from the excellent collaboration between The Chemical Brothers and The Flaming Lips; Golden Path<\/i>.<\/p>\n
as i walked along
\nthe supposed golden path
\ni was confronted
\nby mysterious spectre
\nhe pointed to the graveyard
\nover on yonder hill
\nI paused in cosmic reflection
\nconfused on wondering
\nof how i came to die
\nhm…
\ni was confused
\ncoz if i was dead
\nhow and why did i die
\nand i composed myself
\nand decided i should face it<\/p>\n
then i stood paralized
\non the supposed golden path
\nand i was confronted
\nby powerful demon force
\nand there was the devil
\nand we spoke his words
\nflowed like glowing lava from the mouth of a volcano
\nand i said:
\nhelp me, lord!!
\ni found myself in some kinda hell
\nbut i did not believe in heaven and hell<\/p>\n
world in opposites kind of reality
\nbut i gained control of myself
\nand decided to press on<\/p>\n
as i walked along
\nthe supposed golden path
\nI was trembling with fear
\nall the lions and the wizards yet to come
\ni seen in the distance
\nsilver mountains rising high in the clouds
\nand a voice from above did whisper
\nsome shining answer from the moon(?)<\/p>\n
please forgive me
\ni never meant to hurt you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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