Sunday, August 2, 2015

Etudes Tableaux No. 39

Things i did with my summer. Part 1.

Nausea.
Flew the Carenado Embraer Phenom 100 across Europe.
Dreaming.
Sleeping.
Went swimming.
Cheated and got a tan.
Met no people at all outside of my aunt and Mads (barely).
Felt spent.
Watched Inherent Vice. (Which is every bit as good as i hoped it would be..!)
Watched The Last Emperor (Which was really good.)
Watched The American Friend (Which reads differently when your father is a one-eyed painter and you are shacked up in the villa.)
Stayed sober.
Got through a week of being physically and mentally ill without getting into a "lets start smoking again because bwaaaaaaaa"-type thing.
Did much less then i had hoped to.
Spent all my money.
Finished Lovers At The Chameleon Club. (Which was a fun ride).
Lost my most expensive earplugs yet.
Got better at soldering.
Played on my new piano. And got better at it, much to my amusement.
Listened to a bunch of new records, though not as many as last summer.
Spent more money then i should've on things i have wanted for a long time.
Felt a bit stagnated.
Was envious.

Got back in sync with the real world in time for my return to work.
Lamented the fact that i have to go back to work, but consider it a pretty nice gig nonetheless.
Worried about my life.
Worried about myself.
Enjoyed myself.
Got an actual haircut, instead of just doing it myself.
Almost lost both my phone and six months worth of contact lenses.
Worried a bit about just how scatterbrained i've become.
Enjoyed the fact that the internet is good for porn.

Read a lot even though it was just the usual news and opinion fare.
Considered myself lucky.
Considered myself unlucky.
Watched some Jeeves and Wooster. (Which was a mix of very annoying and charming.)
Worried a lot about my physical state.
Worried surprisingly little about my mental state.

Remembered just how gainful good music is for doing. And worried about promptly forgetting about it again.
Never really bothered with dinner throughout.
Didn't get the thing to make lasagna in.

Kept writing 'till the music stopped.