Saturday, December 09, 2006

It's Six AM and I can't sleep...

So here's the latest breaking news:

I got the call today from Next at Leyton saying that my induction is Next (hur hur) Wednesday at half three. I guess that's confirmation then.

Also: I finally finished the Motorhead and Backyard Babies reviews. Strictly speaking, I finished them last night, but I thought that I was catch some sleep before sending them on. As it happens, that was a sound strategy, because with my head cleared I managed to do some last minute tweaking (and fix a glaring typo) which made the pieces ever so slightly better.

I around about midday I emailed them to the editor of Alt Mag, who rewarded me with double passes to Dragonforce on the 14th and Cradle of Filth on the 19th. I'm hoping that my newly acquired temporary employment doesn't affect these dates, because I'm afraid that when Metal clashes with Employment, Metal is likely to win.

I've just discovere that the support act for Cradle's Astoria show is a newly reformed classic Nottingham Thrash band called Sabbat. I was previously not that familiar, but I've been listening to one or two of their tracks on their myspace page, and they make me want to play metal again.

Speaking of Alt Mag, I still haven't posted the latest one down to my family in Brisbane yet, because I suck. If the post office is open on Saturdays I will make sure I do that tomorrow.

Not to mention that I am long overdue for another clear-up of all the magazines that cover two-thirds of my bed.

Last Saturday a good friend of mine was scandalised that I haven't read A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. So on Tuesday, after going to the Bank at Stratford I ducked into the Stratford Library and found myself a copy. I've been reading it, but the language makes it bloody heavy going. I thought there was supposed to be a Glossary(?)

Anyways, I have a stack of books to read. Which means I should probably take more long tube and train rides, since that seems to be where I do most of my reading.

Another note:

I didn't mention it much in the blog, but over the past three months I was in a frequent state of panic over my health. Hypochondria+over-education about nasty diseases+worrying symptoms+lousy timing etc= me properly freaked out.

During this time the gentle weight loss I had been experiencing for most of this year jumped into high gear with my anxiety, and I found it really hard to keep weight on. I would literally forget to eat for 24 hours at a time, and burn off whole kilos with my nervous twitching.

Then just over a week ago, I had my finger pricked, came back negative and all was fine (I'd already had a battery of other tests, there was only one test left...).

Needless to say, I'm feeling much better, but an annoying side-effect of my new-found well-being is that my weight is starting to creep back towards twelve stone again.

Bugger. I was rather getting to like being slimmer again. I could fit in my leather jeans and all.

Anyways, enough from me. I'm going to try to know a few more tasks off my to-do list before it gets warm enough to go out again.

Over and out.

-J

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