I am driving 85 and making real music

So I started playing guitar again.

I've been playing like 8 years now. On and off. However as is the case with most people that pick up an instrument, I leave it more often than I pick it up. With work being so erratic, it's hard to dedicate yourself to anything. I like to pretend I have something resembling a social life, so where does that leave me.

Well turns out if I'm in front of the computer and I have a guitar on my lap I can do several things at once.

Even better, for the first time in 8 years something special happened.

I can play guitar and sing at the same time!

I'm not terribly uncoordinated. It's just one of thise things that never worked out. However I dug deep and found the ability about a day ago. So I've been going nuts with it ever since. Maybe I use my right brain so much nowadays that things have been wired differently up there in my cranium.

Not being able to play the guitar and sing is a terrible curse. Makes you feel incomplete. It's like having sex but not feeling anything. At the end of the day all you can do is make babies, but where's the fun in that.

Could you imagine what sex must be like if all it does is make you babies. If that ever happens I hope to be six feet under. Now aren't you glad that 99% of the time we treat it as the exact opposite.

Missed a party, hit a party

Last night was Friday. and unfortunately not everyone gets off early.

Walking through the agency halls on a Friday night is surreal. Everyone wants to escape from the grind and start the weekend, so by 7 p.m the corridors are empty. Any other day if you left at 7 people start quipping, "Half day ah?!".

So as I wandered about, all I heard were the soft steps of my shoes. I make this trek. From my room to the balcony, sometimes walking into the cube farm that is account servicing, and then back to the desk. I figure that the 5 minute round trip might trigger something. Sometimes it does.

Just my method of dealing with things. Trying to be creative on demand is like hitting your head on a brick wall over and over. Stuff pours out. Mostly gunk and and liquid. When that doesn't work, you take your battered skull and go walkabout. Or sit and ponder in a different location.

Anyway.

Missed out on the Onitsuka Tiger party last night. Mandachoe had the courtesy to text me and tell me about all the goodies I missed.

However.

Managed to get to TAG at a decent hour, where Amanda happened to be. Once again reminding me of the goodies I had missed out on. However, IN PERSON this time. -_-

Saw Kev again. Short American boy. Also saw my brother, and for the first time since I started work, we were in the same room for longer than 20 minutes. Party was good. What can I say man. I didn't take photos. Other people did. Sorta. I just realised I don't hang out with any camwhores. Ever since Jo left the agency I've noticed a 200% decrease of my photos being taken.

Oh my, I have to go to a party.

See you guys later.

OH WOW

I'm so hungry and the only idiots I know still awake have gone fishing.

Literally.

Hello world

Workaholic much?

Y'know, I really have to stop thinking about work.

Spent Friday rolling around in bed. There's a masochist in me which enjoys being totally sapped of energy. Rolling in bed, rolling in and out of consciousness. Playing weird dreams in my subconscious.

Till I wake up and feel slightly better.

But by then you're so lethargic and drained you just want to go back anyway.

It's peaceful.

But I can't help but feel guilty at not doing any work =/

Calling all night owls

I need more friends that are willing to hang out at 1 in the morning with me. If you've been keeping tuned, you'll realise that this might have something to do with work. It sucks getting off work and having nothing to do. This is my general gripe. I'd like something resembling a social life returned to me, and it's not working out too well. I often feel that I'm cheating on my job when I'm out partying on the weekend. What the fakk mate.

One should not feel this way!

The partying aside, there should be more people willing to hang out at 1am EVERYDAY. Growing up sucks.

You fuckers that live overseas don't count.

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Let's not talk about that

I think I talk about work a bit too much.

Although it's hard not to, seeing how most of us leave the office at midnight on average. Well not always, sometimes. Truth be told I could probably pop back for a bit, and then come back to the office when they need me. But one of the most depressing things to me is leaving the workplace and having to come back later.

See? Just can't stop talking about work.

Asked a friend once how come people in advertising talk about advertising so much. He said something along the lines of, "It helps us feel better than ordinary salesmen". I suppose it's true somewhat. The glitz and the glam take us away from the fact that we're really salesmen selling shit.

My views differ though. I figure that you spend 16 hours a day almost everyday on something, you're going to find it really hard to talk about something else. This year was the first time I didn't catch a single football game in EURO, since well... I started watching EURO.

So clearly all this stuff isn't worth it.

Fact is, it is.

I kind of like my job. The good and the bad. Some days are better than some, some days you feel like utter rubbish.

Well it's like 10 p.m here and I'm listening to massive attack, waiting to sign on some documents before I can head back -_-

I think I'll grab a beer from the fridge.

Laters