Take a Break
2.4.07
As you might have noticed (and maybe not if you don't visit this blog) I haven't posted since Friday. I took some time off. In hindsight, time off sucks. Screw those people who say I'm addicted to my Laptop and the web, I couldn't care less that I am or if I was.
But I digress. I took the weekend off to relax with my girlfriend, have a braai, be lazy and chill. NONE of the above took place. The braai was interrupted by a monumental misunderstanding on my behalf that ended up with me standing at airport Terminal A2 for two hours waiting for no one. Really, I mean it, I stood there like a proper tit waiting for no one. But it was completely my mistake in the end. Then I return to the braai to realise that the food I cooked was so incredibly tasty that it was all gone (a mixed result in the end!).
So I sit, eat my boerie roll, take out my guitar and start to jam, then a couple of other muso's around start to play with my guitar, we're singing, it gets late, people start to leave and I am left with a mess and sore head.
We clean up that night (Saturday) and all is well in the world, until I wake up that it. My guitar is gone. My wonderfully pleasant, blond looking baby is no more. I can't tell you where it is, I dunno what happened to it, but it is gone. Nothing more to say. *weep*
So in hindsight, it is safe and secure and relaxing behind my laptop and on the web, in future no more breaks for me.
But I digress. I took the weekend off to relax with my girlfriend, have a braai, be lazy and chill. NONE of the above took place. The braai was interrupted by a monumental misunderstanding on my behalf that ended up with me standing at airport Terminal A2 for two hours waiting for no one. Really, I mean it, I stood there like a proper tit waiting for no one. But it was completely my mistake in the end. Then I return to the braai to realise that the food I cooked was so incredibly tasty that it was all gone (a mixed result in the end!).
So I sit, eat my boerie roll, take out my guitar and start to jam, then a couple of other muso's around start to play with my guitar, we're singing, it gets late, people start to leave and I am left with a mess and sore head.
We clean up that night (Saturday) and all is well in the world, until I wake up that it. My guitar is gone. My wonderfully pleasant, blond looking baby is no more. I can't tell you where it is, I dunno what happened to it, but it is gone. Nothing more to say. *weep*
So in hindsight, it is safe and secure and relaxing behind my laptop and on the web, in future no more breaks for me.
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