A heavy sack of flour sifted

I got two important emails done tonight. I’ve been putting them off – one because I know the person I’m emailing will see right through the fact that I’m making small talk and really I’ve got nothing to say, and the second because I had to say something that I know they’re not going to react well to. Procrastinating with these things never helps. I have another one to do tomorrow, though I’m not sure it wouldn’t be better to phone this particular person. I will see how brave I’m feeling tomorrow afternoon.

I was thinking about going to see the Da Vinci Code on the weekend – I read the book a year or so back, and while it’s not a literary masterpiece it was fun to read. I’m not a big fan of Tom Hanks though – I kinda pictured a dishevelled Michael Douglas in this role in my head. Oh well, I will go see it, and then probably bemoan to myself the fact that I did.

All this week I’ve been playing my guitar again. I’ve been telling myself for the last 6 months or so that I haven’t picked it up because I’ve been too busy. That’s not really true though – you can make time for these things if you want to. The last couple of weeks I’ve felt a little out of control, but somehow I’m fitting stuff in. The house is (relatively) clean, my washing’s done, I’m working stupid hours, I’m going out, and I’m still finding time to do things like play my guitar and turn my closet into a dump while looking for a CD of photographs. One thing that IS suffering though is the amount of sleep I’m getting – I know it’s not enough. If I were to give up this part of each night – the writing, web browsing, emailing and chatting online, I could get more sleep. I should probably put some thought into that.

I’m not sure I’m willing to give it up – it’s often my favourite part of the day. I read (obsess?) about the music I like, I talk to friends and family I wouldn’t normally get a chance to catch up with, and I write here. Writing here has become really important for some reason. My day doesn’t feel quite finished until I’ve done it.

The plan is to keep up with the guitar thing hardcore (like, over an hour a night) until the calluses form again. Right now it’s hurting like a bitch, and this second I have hardly any feeling in the tips of my fingers in my fretting hand. I only need to persevere for another week or so, and then I’ll have fingers like a brickies labourer 😉 On one hand at least.

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