Thinking

I've always been a thinker. There's always been some random thought running through my mind, some trip I've had to plan down to the last detail but never actually take, house plans, paint colours, brushed concrete slab or carpet.

But the last couple of days I've been thinking even more than usual. A friend came down over the weekend and pottered round and spent a night down at White Beach. A lot of yummy food, not enough (or maybe too much? :P) wine and great company. Oh, and a partially watched movie which I will eventually get around to not sleeping through!

Enough tangents, I've been thinking more than usual, which may account for my lack of drive at work so far this week. I feel like I need to get my immediate life in some sort of order, back onto a routine that I've lost since being at the hostel.

My "job"for the 2 weeks that I'll be kidless is spread my stuff out and get rid of what I don't need, start writing more, spend one day getting absolutley blind drunk, go bush for a weekend, establish a routine. Use my board again, work out my budget. Fun stuff!