Fooling Myself.

'Ullo there!

Went and saw Without a Paddle yesterday. Movies are so much more enjoyable when you go in expecting absolutely nothing. I actually laughed a few times! Had a pretty nice evening all up, though the night was a bit rough. Usually we don't have any problems with the occasional night when we're sharing a single bed, but christ. Last night I woke up about ten times with Erika grabbing me to stop from being pushed off the side. Oops. Bloody restless sleeping.

I even managed to do some training yesterday. Took my lunch hour and went to a park close by whee I was working out on the Te Atatu Pennisula. Drilled Nan Quan 1, the little bit I know of 2, and spent a bit of time going through the tai ji drills I've been shown...although, mental note, in future don't try and do tai ji after going through a very external style, like nan quan :)

My knee has been giving me grief recently, it's stiffening up very quickly when I sit down. I wonder if this has something to do with the hours behind a desk over the last few days. Hopefully it's nothing serious, and the weather is just making it worse than usual. If it seems like it's not getting better I think I'd better ship off back to the physio. BTW Jian - I -think- the visits to the physio in NM are free now - the last few times the secretary didnt charge me, saying there was no cost. Either they got rid of the ACC surcharge somehow, or she screwed up. Although if it's gone, you obviously has to fill out an ACC form to get the benefit.

Half-life 2 came out today. I feel like I've kinda let part of myself down. I just don't really give a shit. Weird how much you can change over the space of a year or so.

I've done a bit of thinking recently, and I'm trying to develop some thoughts on what to do in regards to christmas presents for some people. I'm trying to break my habit of being excessively male and just heading down to the body shop for a gift basket at the last moment this year, and I -think- I'm making a bit of progress.

These public journal things are quite strange. It's weird - I can't see how the details of my day are actually interesting to anyone, yet people keep reading, and I still have a desire to write, even knowing that I'm editing and censoring myself subconciously. Similiarly, why the hell should J's poetry, or her telling me that she's going to buy a PS2 be at all interesting? When expressed through a journal though, it just -is-, like there's some extra value to it when put down in this medium. I think there's something secretly voyueristic about human nature that makes us crave what we believe to be the deep, personal thoughts of another. Because in converation, it wouldn't amount to much more than small talk.

Anyway, that's enough of me probably trying to sound smarter than I really am :)

I'd write more, but what more do I have to write? My days are long, dull and repetitive at the moment. I'm a slave to the wage, as they say. I can't wait to get some time to get out and get physically active again. I have a state of health to get back :)