Stealing time

I was just sit­ting here wait­ing for things to pass and some­thing to blog about when a work related email came in and I had to get on it right away. Blog­gus Inter­rup­tus.

Ear­lier in the evening I shelved plans to hit some balls at the range; go for din­ner with the boys; go for tea with the one true love; go for cof­fee with LMD (actu­ally she shelved this one — drank too much liao); go for a movie by my lone­some. Too much go.

I stayed in instead and put on a DVD I bought a month ear­lier but haven’t had the chance to watch. It’s called ‘A Japan­ese Story’. After watch­ing it, I still can’t decide if it was a good idea to watch it or not. I can’t quite put a fin­ger on it. I liked it but I don’t like lik­ing it at the moment. I don’t know how best to explain this. I’m just slightly over­whelmed by the del­uge of emo­tions the story engenders.

Per­haps if you read this review or if you got the DVD to watch it for your­self, you might get a bet­ter idea.

I’ve been run­ning around like a head­less chook lately, sleep­ing late, wak­ing late, going to work groggy. But I have this Sun­day, today, work-free, I hope. I am think­ing of turn­ing off the mobile and really stop­ping to smell the flow­ers for a change. Some­thing dif­fer­ent from steal­ing bits of sun­shine and fresh air every few hours. I reckon I deserve a real stretch of down time, I do.