Cyle

A quiet normal life (as if!
2022-02-25 18:34:54 (UTC)

Waiting for the next earthquake

Right, it’s 6.30 and for the first time, I’m in a bit of a rush to do this. I’ll try to get as much written as I can, because I don’t like the idea of coming back to these entries later. Write what you write then move on.
He went to GAA last night. She brought him. Indoor and more games than normal GAA which he seemed to enjoy. Basketball camp today. Some other beginners though and apparently he had fun. GAA tomorrow too which I’m looking forward to about as much as you’d imagine I am.
Fucked last night surprisingly. Same old same old pretty much. Had to get myself off afterwards and pretty sure she faked it too. First time in 3 weeks I think, but could be longer. I gave up keeping a record a long time ago.
Fortunately I didn’t bother watching the Celtic game. Beaten 2 nil at a canter apparently and another salty interview from Ange afterwards. I literally couldn’t care less once we get a reaction from them this weekend. Bitton, Scales and Maeda were hopeless apparently. One nil win against Hibs and all is forgiven.
By the numbers weekend. GAA, swimming and TV. Celtic, ireland and Liverpool. I’ll see how my head is before I decide what to watch. Head is ok, but the big news is coming.
Haven’t gotten back to Wyla. Got another “weekend yet?” message. I’ll get back to her later.
The rad in the living room is gonna smash open any day now. Need a plumber in badly. Electrician needed for the attic and her room too. Money, money, money.
In marginally better news, there was a new HMHB album out today. Given about 2/3’s of it a run. Musically it’s pretty good and some great lyrics “see you later undertaker, in a while necrophile”, “I’m getting buried in the morning, so get me to the chair on time”. That’s just the first song. Will give it a proper listen over the weekend. Not sure there is anything for the best of on there, but I won’t pass judgement yet. I’m just too set in my ways to change it.
So here’s the news. Meeting with Mary, Denis and Cathy at 4.30. Mary asks me to hang on afterwards. I’m going in to work with Shane and the CRT team leaders for a “few weeks” to try and kick it into shape. Don’t know what to say yet as I haven’t had a chance to overthink it. Have more to say but the anxiety is kicking in already so I’m gonna stop. Sorry.
Off to the U20’s game in a while. City playing at the cross so Brian wants to pick me up earlier, hence the rush. Not as cold and dry, fingers crossed it goes well.
I think I should finish all of these with a comment as to how my head is, it was pretty much the whole reason for starting this. Maybe I won’t, we’ll see. Head is ok. Better than yesterday even if my brain is like a taught elastic band ready to overthink what’s going on in work. Not much more to say. Not much to say at all these days. Feels like I’m between things. Far enough away from what happened last and waiting for the next earthquake. Maybe I should start meditating again.
Slán go fóill.




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