Good News For People Who Love No News
Emily Laurie complained to me the other day that no-one updates their blogs anymore. For the past two years I have blogged at least once a week on average. Those of my friends who keep blogs have more or less kept as up-to-date. Recently however they've fallen off, as have I.
My only excuse for this has been a complete lack of interesting things happening in my life. Right now I am waiting for my visa for the U.S. and Robin. At this very moment I am waiting for two members of my team at work to get back to me with their work so that I can work with those on my own work. Then I'll be waiting for the bus home. Then I'll be waiting for bedtime. Then I'll be waiting for the bus again, to wait for my colleagues to send me their work, and then and then. What was the rush to leave Japan?
The only aberrations in my recently dull life have been the very occasional bouts of drunkenness, but even these seem to be waning and deteriorating in quality.
As I staggered home at some stupid hour a few weekends ago I fell over. Not a complete surprise I know, but I fell over on a flat bit of pavement. On nothing. I didn't just fall, I flew – I sprawled. As I lay there with my arms stretched out like some sidewalk superman, a couple across the road called over to ask if I was okay. "Oh yeah," I replied from the floor, "Life is great." The next morning my mother held up my trousers, which I'd shed somewhere in the house: they were covered in mud, and I have no idea how.
The hangover cost of drinking is also starting to tell; these days it takes me two days of spaced-out meandering to recover. In Japan the regular hangover didn't really affect anything as work consisted of grading elementary-level English and reading aloud to a room of kids - all staring quizzically at the floor -about how Daisuke hoped he would "bear up and make my school, family, and the emperor proud." At the Welsh Assembly however people actually expect you to interact, and exchange ideas.
So I think I'm pretty much done with drinking.
Hang on - news just in: I had an excellent curry pie for lunch. Pie – with curry in it! Yes indeed.
You see? Nothing.
My only excuse for this has been a complete lack of interesting things happening in my life. Right now I am waiting for my visa for the U.S. and Robin. At this very moment I am waiting for two members of my team at work to get back to me with their work so that I can work with those on my own work. Then I'll be waiting for the bus home. Then I'll be waiting for bedtime. Then I'll be waiting for the bus again, to wait for my colleagues to send me their work, and then and then. What was the rush to leave Japan?
The only aberrations in my recently dull life have been the very occasional bouts of drunkenness, but even these seem to be waning and deteriorating in quality.
As I staggered home at some stupid hour a few weekends ago I fell over. Not a complete surprise I know, but I fell over on a flat bit of pavement. On nothing. I didn't just fall, I flew – I sprawled. As I lay there with my arms stretched out like some sidewalk superman, a couple across the road called over to ask if I was okay. "Oh yeah," I replied from the floor, "Life is great." The next morning my mother held up my trousers, which I'd shed somewhere in the house: they were covered in mud, and I have no idea how.
The hangover cost of drinking is also starting to tell; these days it takes me two days of spaced-out meandering to recover. In Japan the regular hangover didn't really affect anything as work consisted of grading elementary-level English and reading aloud to a room of kids - all staring quizzically at the floor -about how Daisuke hoped he would "bear up and make my school, family, and the emperor proud." At the Welsh Assembly however people actually expect you to interact, and exchange ideas.
So I think I'm pretty much done with drinking.
Hang on - news just in: I had an excellent curry pie for lunch. Pie – with curry in it! Yes indeed.
You see? Nothing.
posted by Geoff at 10:35 AM
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