Brother.

Tomorrow morning I'll get a visit from my brother. Hence I need to get into bed at a resonable time. I need to get up and prepare some things.

Wednesdays are good days. It's all fun stuff. It's all good people who do what they should be doing at work. I like wednesdays.

Sweeps, metal, tapping and stories.

Yum.

Heavy.

Darkness is really coming down thick. Hot poo it's tough to get up and do stuff every day. And I still don't do enough. I need to get further and faster with my essay writing.

Argh. It's always something.

But I'm pulling through. I'm not swamped. I get to do fun things and be with loved ones during the weekends. (except some of you bastards who live too far away... you know who you are.)

I really want to write some more. But I'm tired. So very, very tired.

Wörking.

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work.

And study.

Oh-oh, vindaloo

Been back at work for a week. Alot of kinks to work out of the new schemes, ideas and how things work. Not to mention the overwhelming feeling of the first week.

The words are knackered and manky.

Trying to study in the mornings and on the train rides. Got alot of stuff to fix tomorrow, especially for the singing lessons. How am I to get any effective teaching done in 20 minutes? Plan, plan, plan.

Managed to have two days of straight roleplaying though. Alot of fun has been had, but I'm running on fumes and coffee. I belive I've had five double espressos today. I can't say that's a good thing. I've had some of those fever spikes I get when I'm way to tired. Not a sick thing. Just from being tired. Wish I knew a physiological explanation for that.

Tomorrow. Planning. Laundry. Gym. Study. Make food for the week. Practice guitar. Sleep. Argh.

Hammer smashed place.

Argh. 3 weeks of stone sawing, digging, steel pipe welding and all kinds of annoying things. The noise is giving me a permanent headache. Which is interesting since I'm in a Cannibal Corpse kind of mood and listening alot to that.

I can see some sort of equation.

Again the septemberness makes itself known in how bad, sad and crappy things just spring out and hit people in the face.

Been training today. And I'm pretty tired. Going to try to use that to get to bed a bit earlier.

Enter the darkness.

Fall has arrived. Rain, wind, greyness and darkness.

Just about everyone I know is slightly depressed or sick. I feel it too. I've had trouble sleeping again, for no good reason.

There's a basic feeling of... uneasyness. Feeling unsafe.

Fight back. Huddle up. Love. Care. Go forth and wear rain proof clothes.

Spinn me baby.

Went back to the gym today after a weeks illness. Hot poo. It was a massive hour of cycling whilst sitting still.

Turned most of the room I live in upside down yesterday in search of research books and roleplaying papers. I've found everything except ONE damn book. I have a pile of unsorted books in a... hard to reach area of the room. (sounds implausible I know, the room is tiny, but trust me) Or, it could be in the moving boxes where my furniture reside. Ouch. Need to find that bastard.

I feel I manage to keep very busy without accomplishing all that much. Even whilst sick I filled my days with writing, reading and guitar. Stuff that don't leave alot of trace in the amount of accomplished work department. Maybe I can... track my progress somehow? So I feel more ok about it?

Thursday I'm heading southward for a private lesson. Going to help a guy find which guitar group he should be applying for. As I have a huge range now from beginners to really competent players.

Still missing responses from both one proffessor at KTH and from my boss at work, who has not replied to the e-mail criticizing that things get put off. Fun that.