I’m bloody knackered. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open frankly. Which is odd, i didn’t get home that late last night, from the timestamp on the last sms i received (always a very good method of working things out), i guess i fell asleep around 1.30am but I woke up and getting out of bed was the last thing on my mind. I think i dragged myself out of bed at 8.45, at precisely the time that Slim wanted to use the bathroom (as usual). I think we may need timeslots in the bathroom, he needs to be in work before me, so he should get up before me. The thing is, no matter what time i get up, whether it be early or late, i’ll always manage to coincide with his same idea. Maybe its like when girls live together their period’s often synchronise, perhaps with blokes its shower times.
I’ve done my foot in too. As you know, I do like my urban walking, but my shoes are crap – totally crap. No support, and i walked a good 5-6Km on Saturday before going out to do a little South Bank pub crawl (more walking) and woke up on Sunday morning unable to walk barefoot without cringing. I didn’t even know you could pull something in your instep. So as a result, i think i’ll be visiting Niketown to find some suitable footwear this evening. Either that or going home straight to bed. I think i need a holiday actually. I was meant to be going to Australia this month but that has been called off due to a number of reasons, and I think my holiday plans, after discussing the work that we have coming into the studio over the next few months, maybe the sum total of the odd friday here and there. Who knows, maybe when i’ve learnt to drive (HAHAHAAAA!) I’ll be able to drive around the country in a red open top car with Bridget at my side. Rowr.
