Restless. Not sure why. After a busy few days of working and socialising, and with a barbeque to look forward to tonight, in theory I’m glad to have time to relax at home by myself for a few hours and get some studying done. Unfortunately the theory doesn’t correlate with reality, which has me skimming pages, snacking compulsively and watching the clock, glad when enough time has passed that I can do something like prepare lunch or message DW. Possible reasons for my unrest include:
- Windy day. What was that kid’s novel explaining why stuff went crazy on windy days?
- Too much tea. The ‘alert yet relaxed’ state advertised on the box was leapt over a few cups ago.
- Failure of internet connection. Let me procrastinate how I see fit, damnit!
- A feeling I need to say something to stabilise things with a good friend – there’s not a problem between us as such, but an undefined grey area which needs to be brought into focus.
- A slight wistfulness that I don’t feel like I’ve really spoken properly to DW for some time.
- I sort of felt all morning like going for a walk/run, but didn’t for lame reasons (don’t like running when I first get up, didn’t want to shower again, needed to study). Now I’m all unexercised and blah.
- Whenever I venture to crack open the pages of my property law textbook, it radiates some sort of invisible, odourless cloud that induces me into a stupor of boredom. Could you study in the face of that mysterious force?
UPDATE: The latter part of my day included noodle salad, a hilarious little dog that went into 'freeze' mode when its eyes were covered, friends and affection and plain old kissing. Man, kissing when you want to kiss is really good.
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