Musings

Well, my team lost the game. It was a hard loss to take cause we played so well all tournament but I am not a sore loser, nor am I a sour grapes-er. NSW played the game deserving of the championship. Good for them. And my team? Still mightily proud of them. They represented my little country with amazing class and won over the fans.

In Tamale life, not much. Been so busy that I came home and remembered a very important project which saw me scrambling to get it out. I was all alone the past few days, with people out ill etc so it has been very hectic and very busy and my mind seems to not be able to keep up.

I am making Tamale time though. My early morning workouts are as close as I get to a life of my own, without having to worry about work. I don't want to be this fat when I turn...ummm...on my birthday in less than 2 months. It's good. It's going well. I am channelling my frustrations into sleeping and writing, hence the resurrection of the blog. Food is not the answer!

Looking for more writing opportunities too - I want to write about shit I enjoy doing. It really takes the load off. That and television. I love sitting and watching tv when I am not too tired to do so. There is so much shit on tv that boggles the mind, both in a "wow, I did not know that" and "wow...these people are so stupid" kinda way. Television is the source for amateur anthropologists. That and travelling. Or just having coffee. The things you see while waiting for a cup. If you only knew some of the crap I observe in my day to day activities, you would never imagine that my life were really very boring.

And we sign off...

So the project I was working on is finished and now I return to real life aka nothing. It's amazing how quickly that feeling can come back. My life is suddenly 98% work, 2% sleep and 0% love, life and entertainment. I had been working lots of long evenings and was too tired, too stressed, too busy, too proccupied to worry about loneliness etc. And boy was I all of those, especially tired. Very very tired. Lots of coffee, 2 hour-sleep nights, fighting to drive home without killing myself. I am so glad it is over.

But as soon as things slowed down, I felt it. I wanted to tell someone how happy I was that it was successful and how relieved I was that it was over and someone to celebrate with and there was noone. So I came home, ordered a KFC sandwich, popped a Heiney and watched X-Men: The Last Stand on tv. And that was that. We resume regular programming.

But I am treating myself to maybe a movie and something decadent today. I so deserve it and if noone else wants me, well fuck 'em. I want me.