Monday. Which is not what it will say right above this sentence when I decide to click 'post & publish', but it is. It really is. Monday. It's just that, with me being on a well-deserved holiday, the days are getting more
flexible. Thus it will remain Monday until I say so. Or at least until I go to sleep, and wake up. On Tuesday. Which is tomorrow. Preferably after 10 AM.
'Holiday' is also a flexible word, because I'm still in my apartment, still in Oslo, still in Norway. Maybe I should be somewhere else, somewhere
warm, but I've elected to stay put, because I'm Mr Contrary. Also, I'm quite broke, and need the little money I have left to buy Christmas presents. Which is about all that I did today. I ordered some Christmas presents for my brother and his wife, and my sister and her family. I bought presents without having to leave my chair, which is what I call progress. Screw faster and cheaper microprocessors, space travel, and the cure for cancer (actually, let's keep that last one) - being able to buy anything you need from the comfort of your home, especially when it's butt-freezingly cold outside, is the true measure of how far humanity has come since the Dark Ages, when they didn't even have malls.
No
malls! For God's sake, how did they endure the horrifying emptiness?
I'm in an amazingly good mood today. I really have no reason to be. I have way too many Christmas presents left to buy. I had a Burger King meal for dinner. I have a headache. I can't get a date. Some heartless bastards stole seven of my grandfather's beautiful paintings (yup, seven). I need to clean my apartment tomorrow in a
big way. I'm so tired that I could sleep all day. And there's so much work to be done after Christmas that a three week vacation will appear like a single grain of sand on a really, really,
really big beach.
But still, hey!, in a good mood. Yeah. What's up with
that? Gosh, I think I needed a break.
Day after tomorrow, I'm starting with the writing and the thinking and the being creative stuff. Tomorrow, I have to do the boring things. But day after tomorrow, it's time to start working on my own stuff for a change - the stuff that's been brewing in my head for months, years, and which I really do need to put down on paper before it disappears, and before I give up on it. Mostly movie-related stuff, because that's been on the backburner, but also some stuff related to a certain girl who can jump between worlds...
Okay.
I think that's enough for now. Sorry I didn't post anything this weekend, but...busy. Really quite busy. Spent Saturday just being zonked out (and if that's not a word, it damn well should be), and in the evening I hung out with a buddy and gave him my notes on a novel he's writing. Which is actually quite good, and by the time he's done with it, it'll hopefully be brilliant. Sunday, I had to go check out what was missing from my grandparents' old house - I keep a lot of my own stuff stored there, and some weekends I stay there, just to get out of the city and to find some peace and quiet.
It was horrible to see the mess the burglars made, and even worse to know they went through everything; every drawer, every cabinet, every personal belonging. They didn't take much of mine, mostly because there wasn't much of mine of any value - old clothes, books, papers, comics, games - but it was still horrible. And even worse, to see the dark spots on the walls where the paintings used to hang... Not a happy sight. I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed that the paintings pop up somewhere, and we get them back. My Dad is really upset, because he grew up with those paintings, and they have great personal value to him...to all of us, of course, but him more than anyone. There's really no word for how much I abhor those who violated our privacy. Bastards.
Well. Like I said, still in a good mood, go figure. And like I said, that's enough from me for now. So - good night, all. And check back tomorrow, 'cause I'm in a chatty mood.
