I’m sure I had something clever to say…

I’m between work jobs.

The paper is done, the ethics application is granted, the grants application has been unofficially granted (but not officially granted, so I can’t begin the official gloating – or trip planning - yet), the blue form for requesting the loan of a digital video camera has just arrived, but I need to plan my approach, I need to borrow the dig cam and play with it before I begin trying to get the faculty to lend me one for my entire Europe trip (ambitious, I know), I’m between chapters and not sure where I want to start (though I think I might go with the chapter on video use)…

The house is squeaky clean, though (thanks to the new vacuum cleaner, and a sudden rush of enthusiasm on my part), and the real estate agent (who is quite lovely – truly a shocking experience to have a good real estate agent… now if only the landlord wasn’t such an arsehole…) was very happy.

I could go sand and redo the chairs (another coat of varnish, thankyou), but I can’t be arsed and it’s technically a work day, so no sewing and no fiddling about in the shed. Also, no trips to the gym, and no excursions to far more interesting places outside the house. No dancing tonight, and no dicking about in town.

It’s all business. But I’m really not feeling very businesslike. More dazed. And tired. In a mellow way.

This blog has really gone down hill – far too much personal blabbering, right broos? I need to get that southern gothic thing back… shyeah, right.

But the blue form is waiting. And I’m quite looking forward to trotting about town videoing swingers, swinging… now I need some nice editing software… I shall put The Squeeze on the task immediately.