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Falling on my head like a memory
Jan. 2nd, 2003 08:35 amIt's raining again.
Rain.
I like rain, theres nothing quite like the sound of a gentle pitter-patter of a thousand thousand tiny droplets of water tapping on your window for a nice relaxing sound in that early morning groggyness.
On weekends I hope for rain, at least in the mornings anyway, when I'm warm in bed and have no intention of moving anytime soon. Christmas in that sense was annoyingly un-rainy, but this morning when I finally have to go back to work some cruel twist of irony had it rain this morning when I couldn't just lay in bed and drift away to the sound once again.
Well, it's 2003 and I'm still not used to the concept that it's past the year 2000, theres no flying cars, colony on mars, intravenous chocolate or any other of the wonderous things I was sure sure would be there when "I were a lad®".
Still there are plenty of other wonders around, like the fact I managed to get to work this morning after a two week break is pretty impressive really, I wouldn't exactly say I'm revitalised and ready for work once again, 'mentally hardened against the tedium' probably explains it better, but I could still do with another couple of weeks off.
Time is, as usual, however a limited commodity - and for myself for the next 16 days I'll be feeling this more acutely based entirely to the decimal system we have established for numeration, calculation and statistics. A long slow count down to a turning point - perhaps not, a significant number that my brain tells me isn't but is as a first or final hurdle and a marker in my life before the greyness of inevitability sets in.
I blame numbers.
Rain.
I like rain, theres nothing quite like the sound of a gentle pitter-patter of a thousand thousand tiny droplets of water tapping on your window for a nice relaxing sound in that early morning groggyness.
On weekends I hope for rain, at least in the mornings anyway, when I'm warm in bed and have no intention of moving anytime soon. Christmas in that sense was annoyingly un-rainy, but this morning when I finally have to go back to work some cruel twist of irony had it rain this morning when I couldn't just lay in bed and drift away to the sound once again.
Well, it's 2003 and I'm still not used to the concept that it's past the year 2000, theres no flying cars, colony on mars, intravenous chocolate or any other of the wonderous things I was sure sure would be there when "I were a lad®".
Still there are plenty of other wonders around, like the fact I managed to get to work this morning after a two week break is pretty impressive really, I wouldn't exactly say I'm revitalised and ready for work once again, 'mentally hardened against the tedium' probably explains it better, but I could still do with another couple of weeks off.
Time is, as usual, however a limited commodity - and for myself for the next 16 days I'll be feeling this more acutely based entirely to the decimal system we have established for numeration, calculation and statistics. A long slow count down to a turning point - perhaps not, a significant number that my brain tells me isn't but is as a first or final hurdle and a marker in my life before the greyness of inevitability sets in.
I blame numbers.
