Barfly

It's amazing what how many things can be done in one day, at least it is so to me today. Collected the keys to my new apartment, lugged my guitar case to the post office to be posted off, did some house shopping in the city, came home had lunch, went to the new place and gaveit a good wipe down, had a swim and a sauna session, went home to cook dinner, spoke to dad, mum, brother and sis-in-law, got embroiled in their little drama and stories, watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy, back to new place to continue moving and unpacking, and now sitting here writing this with a glass of wine. Geez, I am indeed a wreck now.

Have I mentioned I hate realos? And Telstra and all those logistics that come with house moving. It's frustrating and turned you into an absolutely bastard. with all the yelling and rude words and plotting and hounding and endless emails and phone messages. Like seriously, is it a pre-requisite to be a bitch or a wanker to be in either of these fields?

More moving tomorrow and a goddam early delivery of my new furniture, when is this gonna end? Times spent, money spent, brain cells killed, skin cells degenerate and muscle cells overworked. Is it all worth it one wonders.

So I traded water view for city view but it doesn't matter really, as long as it's not too noisy. One gets over the water view after a while. Or rather, one gets over any view or anything after some time. And yes, I reckon what matters most is that I have a place to myself again, after four years I have gone one full circle to be on my own again. I guess I am done having housemates and all the compromises and dramas that come with it. Just for wanting someone to split bills and say hello to you when you come home comes with a whole of other BS it seems. Time to move on alone.

And most randomly, I am gonna point out that Brothers and Sisters and Six Degrees are the latest TV shows that I have been following faithfully, and Ray LaMontagne has been on loop on my iPod playlist. Even right now, I am listening to him. Pretty good stuff, almost Mraz-like.

So yes, after all the recent fiasco, be it with that ceratin someone, a coupla friends, at work or dealing with service people, I really seemed to have lost that certain edge that has always been part of me. A part of me that allows me to be indepedent and swift with moving on and be rational and most importanly, allows me to me as much as an individual would. I have almost let myself slide down to being a pushover or an all-around idiotic and characterless nice guy. I have to get it back, that edge. I have said this before but I will say it a thousand times more of that's what it takes to remind myself constantly and to push myself to get it back. Yes, I do like the mellower and more sensible and responsible me, but maybe it doesn't hurt at all if I turn back a few steps the other way from where I came from.

Can that be my new year resolution?