Sunday Morning :-|

9 am And I'm resolved to write something.

I've just finished watching some more West Wing episodes and I'm addicted again.

So the problem for today (well the short term, now problem anyway) is going to be doing something productive with today.

And I have so many things to choose from.

Work, role-playing, housework, all of these I could do, but the couch and Alan Sorkin's writing is just so appealing.

The walls of this rut are quite high, but it's comfortable down here.

So where is everybody

I'm trying to get all my Livejournal friends' locations plotted on a map - please add your location starting with this form. Username: (Then get your friends to!)

Sunday evenings are the worst

It was Sunday evenings that made me realise I wasn't surviving in Sweden and now Sunday evenings are seeming as bad.

I'm not living alone well. Sure it makes it easy to blame someone for the mess and easy to go to bed late and get up early (or vice versa)

It definitely makes it easier to do the laundry and dress comfortably (if at all) but it doesn't make it easy to live.

I used to say "I worked to live", but recently it seems like I live to work and I hate that.

and it seems it went wrong a small step and one day at a time.

The stories are good, but when the stories end, there aren't any people and people are the life blood, they're what I enjoy.

The stories are best when there are people to talk with about them, and without the people they're just a (short) period of entertainment, transient and selfish.

I need my people back