Wednesday, 24 October 2007

Strange Days

No this post will not be about the Doors song or the movie. More about an interesting 12 hours. Last night I was suffering from insomnia, once again, and I couldn't sleep. I thought that the bed was too hard and it was keeping me awake. I am currently using an air mattress, waiting for the credit card to go down a bit before making the plunge to real furniture. Eventually I fell asleep and when I woke up in the morning I found that the bed had deflated. I recall that some of my last thoughts were taking some air out of the mattress to make it a bit softer, and I wonder did I do this while I was sleeping.

Well I prepared to go to work and arrive in the lift and the last person in is someone I am currently working with. With a formal work related greeting asking me if I had seen a report, I then listened for 10 minutes as I was told how to proceed with my tasks, his way (he was offering advice while later that day my boss liked what I had done). Now this is not a bad thing per se, just that I realised that I wasn't aloud to talk through this lecture.

Then I went to boil water for my coffee and then had a similar conversation with my boss, on a different topic. I was starting to become irritated as I wanted to sit down and drink my coffee. I had been at work for about 20 minutes and yet to taste the much wanted coffee. I WAS LONGING FOR MY COFFEE. I was starting to think about going postal.

All's well, that ends well. Finally, I got to sit down and enjoy my coffee. And today, much inspired by a quote I read recently I am going to look for the book A Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man. I had heard about James Joyce while drinking at Sheridan's in HCMC and had been curious about what his writing would be like and I am eagerly anticpating reading some of this tonight. Also I will see if I can find a book called Blink.

1 comment:

R. Eric Burdette said...

That wouldn't happen to be my quote would it?