Be careful of what you say.

These language issues are driving me mental. I absolutely need to change example.

Chef did me a coffee today. He hit the wrong button on the espresso machine and my cup ended out half empty (don't look at me in that way, my cup is never half full!). So he hit the button again and I got a double coffee.

«If today I get anxious, you already know why,» I said.

«Don't say "anxious",» he corrected me.

«Nervous....»

«Nervous either,» again with a teasing smile, before adding «If you say "anxious" it turns to mean "randy".»

Definitely the last thing I meant.

«Bitchy!»

Bloody US shows!

One less on my wishlist.

In the end I've done it. 

I bled myself to death but now I'm the happy owner of a Canon EOS 700D.

The world is MINE!!! 

Flight of fancy.

It's like when you throw a stone into the water. Whether you do it to find relief from your thoughts or just for fun, the stone creates circles on the surface, which expand till disappearing.

I'm looking at those circles, wondering why they're there. What's beyond them.

I'm thinking of them even if a good part of me is saying I don't have any reason to.

But in the end, the question is there and I can't dispel it.

Is it now the right time?

Nasty dreams.

Tonight I dream of a threesome with Jack and Jim.

Loop.

And today, this quote doesn't want to get out of my mind.

«How do you go on when in your heart, you begin to understand there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold.»

[Frodo Baggins - The Lord of the Rings - The Return of the King] 

Tonight...

...I definitely need a drink.

In craziness... we trust.

I'm really a particular person.

Sometimes I joke saying I got OCD, sometimes I really wonder if it's not Asperger, often I just think I'm methodically tidy.

For example.

My DVDs, CDs and books are all in alphabetical order and when it occurs they're from the same author/band/singer, I order them by date of release.

When I was younger and I still had a piggy bank I did the same with the serial letters and numbers of notes.

My laundry on the rack has always the same order, with pegs of different colour depending of which kind of clothes they are (ie. green for socks, red for panties, blue for bras, etc.).

Everything has its own place and if someone moves it from that position:
A. I notice it as soon as I see it.

B. It drives me mental, of course.

I live with this my own way of being since I have memory, and even if my desktop looks chaotic I always know what's on it and (almost always) where.

So. There's this new bloke I work with in the morning, which I already knew we had several things in common, which sorted the coffee cups all in the same position, perfectly on line one with each other, sugar on the left and spoon on the right.

I'm definitively amazed.

I'm not alone.

What's next?

Alright.  Deadline met.

Poster and header edited and completed, event opened, mails to radio and typography sent, everything within 3pm of today.

All accomplished, of course, and fuck off to every disturbing element.

Now I'm just realising how busy I've been that I'm almost getting bored.

Guess I can get some good, healthy rest before the next tour-de-force.

28th is Bank Holiday and a bird already told me we're planning another event.

As the old good soul Hannibal (RIP George <3) used to say, I love it when a plan comes together!

Tired...

...but happy.

Finally done with the Halloween project for work. Unless my Boss changes his mind, of course. Even if he said whatever I do, it's perfect. We'll see.

It has been hard with Lolly seeking for attention all the time, which means walking on my head, shoulders, keyboard and surrounding. The lil Criminal doesn't understand that Mummy is busy working on something which allows us to get that expensive bag of food she likes more than the cheap one.

Things are getting better, definitely.

Regardless I'm still finding myself fighting with some stupid adversity. Everything is sortable, tho. It's just a matter of time.