I'm writing this post while feverishly trying to print off all the photos I need for my Southseas course that starts Monday up in Auckland. Because I'm leaving tomorrow. Am I excited? Not really, I'm afraid. [Pauses to try and find another B&W photo to print, as all colours are running very low. Finds one of a city (London?) decimated by bombing.] It's probably tiredness from finishing the comps. Part of it though is the fact that I [stops to place print on dinner table] don't often get excited at all until I am actually doing the thing. Enthusiastic anticipation doesn't seem to be in my personality package. [Goes to Harvey Normans and buys new colour cartridges. Ouch.]
Okay, that break was longer than intended. I'm dead knackered now, and feel like one of those Polar explorers sitting in a freezing tent, praying that I don't go to sleep because I know if I do I'll never wake up. This is not a night for a deep philosophical post.
I'll not be posting for a week. At least, I don't think so. If the opportunity presents itself, well we'll see.
Sorry to bother you all with my half-brain drowse-drugged writing. "It seems a pity, but I don't think I shall be able to write any more . . ."
2 comments:
It's been a week now, hasn't it?
tisk, tisk ;)
I shall start again on Monday "as is tradition" ;)
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