The three day weekend is almost over.
And it is extremely strange that I hardly slept. I usually make the best of holidays and sleep right through them. Not to say that I didn't try. I did. Very hard. But I just could not sleep. I tossed and turned most of Friday night- I've no idea what was on my mind, but whatever it was, it succeeded in keeping me awake.
What is even more frightening is that I woke up on Saturday morning earlier than I usually wake up on working days. Now that is scary.
Didn't know what to do with myself so hopped into a bus and enjoyed an hours drive to town. Wandered around a bit, went to check out the keyboards at Furtado's- found a decent Casio that I think I should gift myself this Christmas. Extravagant, but then unfortunately, thats my lifestyle and the reason I'm perpetually broke :)
Wandered around some more, noticed a replay of an Australia vs Sri Lanka match on the TV at Barista, so went in to watch Shane Warne and sip a coffee. Then went back home and had nothing to do. Read a bit more of The Da Vinci Code, which is great so far. And I didn't sleep that well again. Though it was far better than Friday night.
Was restless today as well. Went to Planet M to browse through music and basically kill time. Found that I have loads of albums I want to buy. One day.
I settled for The Best of the Doors, which I'd been looking for. Wanted to shop some more, but then I remembered that I'm saving for my Christmas gift.
Headed home, freshened up, and went for a long walk along the sea. Sat on the wall and watched the sunset. And contemplated my life.
And now I'm home again. And feeling horrible, in general. I miss my family most on the weekends. Will listen to Michael Bolton and feel even more sorry for myself.
But first, my new CD.
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why
For if we don’t find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die
Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar)- The Doors
3 comments:
Ha Ha! Very bad! Why didn't you call. I was home the whole day! You should've come, stupid! You have a permanent whisky bar! You don't need to die! ;-) There is enough intoxication when two friends get together!
michael bolton = bad times
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