Monday, 13 December 2004
@ 12.37 pm
I really hate...
...the insipid, windless, bone chillingly cold days that Christchurch seems to be able to offer up on a regular basis. The kind that reminds me that the city is built on a swamp - I can almost see the marsh gas rising between the buildings, while the sun feebly tries to burn off the hazy cloud cover. I especially hate them when they happen during what we tentatively call summer around here. I even more hate them when I get up and without thinking to check* put a t-shirt on (it is summer, after all). In short, brr.
Apart from the weather, things is good. Recent noteworthy events included Si and I embarking on a whirlwind tour of previously unvisited cafes and bars in Wellington (no way did we have a trip as exciting as Russel Brown's. Did I mention he seems to be *the* man about town?), going to the Finn brother's concert (which rocked. A lot. They even played Stuff 'n Nonsense.), the return of Dan to the fold (the first of many in the next few weeks), and Ben's birthday party (at which he fell asleep). There's also been a bit of World of Warcraft playing. Mmm, worldy.
And I'm now seeing the lovely Mel. Which is grand.
So, life is good, and I think I know what I want to be when I grow up now. But I'm not saying, cos it's a feeling that never seems to last.
*Anyone else have the problem whereby you start listening to the weather report on the radio in the morning, and inevitably hear up to, say, Westport, only to have your attention drift until you realise you're now listening to Dunedin's report, and so rise none the wiser about what the day might hold? (looking out the window isn't as useful as you might think at 7 in the morning...)
Of course, you can't answer that because I haven't enabled comments yet. The ultimate in rhetorical questioning.
