Sunday, 9 August 2009

Life is just a collection of tales.

This thought came to me following my trip to the seaside. I can't help but listen in on people's conversations, it's just on big recollection of what other people have done. Does this make sense? Am I sounding self-righteous? No-one seems to talk about deep issues. Just bitching and gossiping, which I'm sure, I am just as guilty of.

Anyway, I had a very early night last night, as was in work early again. It was a very busy morning but I do love it when it's like this and I get to meet many many people, which is one of my favourite things. We went down to the waterfront after work. My work friend was giving me a lift home, we went via starbucks (Soya Chai tea lattes all around).

Got home, did an energizing yoga sesh. I fell asleep during the relaxation though. We watched a disturbing doc about crystal meth addicts in CA. The depths of drug addiction sure are scary, it's so sad!

Did intend to go to sleep very early,again, but have been tosssing and turning so thought I'd turn to my blog for some therapy. Ex-love is running through my mind agian. Can't help but think that I've lost something special. I never did reply to his last message, not that there was a question anyway but...ahhhh. Lets leave that subject.

Not working till 12, so goal is full primary in the morning. Now I'm going to read some more of my book.

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