Small doses

As I listened to Ebroglio I wondered how amazing it would be to go out with someone who's affection I didn't think I was worthy of. Now I realise that superficially seems to suggest that I have quite a high opinion of myself, but that's not really what I meant to suggest. I know and love many people who make me feel unworthy of their affection, in a good way I suppose, and it'd just be pretty damn amazing to go out with someone that I held in the same esteem.

But pedastals can always be toppled, and glueing the pieces back together can never return what you once had.

I've been meaning to blog for a while. I still have a lot to say but at the moment I don't have much time to say it.

I've just worked my longest week since I arrived here, but this time it didn't feel too bad because I was doing something on my own. It feels better to have some control.

Earlier today someone told me I had to be careful not to burn out. I work pretty hard but by no means as hard as many of the people around me. This morning, deprived of sleep for several nights on the row, I allowed myself to listen to one more track at the lounge window (for those of you who don't know it's possibly the greatest window I have ever had). I suddenly felt pretty damn lonely, and all in all things out here on the people front aren't going badly at the moment. The writing is on the wall, and it seems clear that my work is going to be the most important thing in my daily life for the immediate future. There's a part of me that is pretty damn happy with having the job that I do, and the rest of me that is disgusted with the direction my life is taking. After all, anyone given the chances I have been given could have made it here. Value added hey?