" 'Cos when their eloquence escapes you
Their logic ties you up and rapes you
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through"
-- The Police, Sting
Yeah, I know I am a bit late today. Didn't sleep so well last night, had that song running round my head because of a video my friend sent. I will have to berate him the next time I see him.
Last week (9):
Conversation is overrated isn’t it? Ah well, it’s coming along anyway. Last week’s exercises were tough to say the least. I just come up with the corniest thing. Maybe I should have been a slap-stick comedienne, like Ellen Degeneres or something.
This week (10):
Ah, yes getting BACK to work. Have I left it really though? Fine, enough. At least I’ll be able to say this week is a success!
Next week (11):
I’m supposed to send stuff out for feedback and get ready to submit something somewhere useful. Hmm, anyone want to fill out a questionnaire? Ha ha ha!
Really the next few weeks, I just have to get into those fixed points and routine, and break out of this irregular funk again. Find my muse, mull her over for some wine, or cactus juice, and get these skeletons to dance. I found some more apparently, what a shocker. Ah, that’s for me to know and for me to fictionalize.
