I’m on the bus heading home after a half day at work. I’m not really any more tired than usual; just feel a bit self indulgent. The world can wait.
Listening to ACDC sing about some girl who has rhythm. I have a girl at the moment whom I adore; things are going well–I’m so scared something will happen to fuck things up.
I over-analyse things too much and play out things too far in my head. It’s useful for creating believable characters for fiction, but so draining in day-to-day life.
I, like many people, strive to attain something close to perfection in the various aspects of life; thing is, it’s never quite achievable.
I can’t get the colours to match up on my dual screen set-up at work–I guess I should just be happy with what I have.
