tales from an ordinary world

2000-05-08

"I've got seven days to live my life
or seven ways to die"
David Bowie

Our first day of work in the house of glass. We're a bit of a curiosity to the others, which is fine. If I'd had time I would've coloured my hair just to play it up a little, but I had to settle for donning the big boots. I stayed all day from 7:30am to 6pm - it could've been longer, but it seemed like time to go. All the same, I was restless - I couldn't stand still on the tram, I couldn't find any random CD to buy in Second Spin at Balaclava, and I didn't feel like grabbing food before I got home.

Later, someone nearly ran into a parked car trying to undertake the tram. Everybody stood up to look out the window. He'd only slightly dented it. The screech was impressive, though. The rest of the ride home seemed like such an anti-climax.

I hide in my headphones to avoid yet another law show on the TV. Time to try and let that David Bowie CD grow on me a little more.

I haven't read a single book this year. Now there's two of them on the floor, waiting for me. It's just so hard to feel like it. I want something else.