I am having a lovely time tappa tapping here at the computer, but there’s a knot of anxiety deep in my belly. It’s the ‘I should be working on my thesis not screwing around on the internet’ anxiety.
Talk about learnt habits dying hard…
I should be writing articles, but really… there’s no rush.
I also have a bunch of fabric calling out for me to go sew (you should SEE it – there’s some really pretty stuff there).
And I should pop up to the shops to do a bit of grocery shopping.
And I really should think about the set I’m doing on Thursday night (I amn’t DJing as regularly as I was, so I need to practice every now and then to keep my music fresh in my mind).
And we spent some time working on that Tranky Doo yesterday afternoon, so I should put some effort into learning it (I was, as predicted, the slowest learner. And I’m so unfit I really couldn’t hack the pace. But I will get better – and once I’ve learnt something, it sticks. I hope).
But, you know – that internet, she is like a black hole. And what’s my rush?
