So it's 3:30 am, and I can't sleep.
I also have work in the morning for the first time in a week. I've taken the week off to be ill, which isn't as much fun as one might think. It's mainly involved lying in bed feeling like shit and being slightly delirious, high off my tits on over-the-counter medication. Again, not as much fun as one might think.
I felt much better today but still wanted to take it easy to finalise the getting-better process, so decided to make Charolastra No. 1 a present for her birthday. Her birthday is in July, by the way, I was just so touched by the birthday present she sent me last week that I haven't been able to shake the pathetically grateful urge to do something for her (I won't go into detail about her present here, I'm going to do a birthday write-up at some point next week, after my party this weekend).
Anyway, so I decided to write her a poem. Then, after about a half hour of staring at a blank page with writer's block, I decided to flick through her Facebook photos for inspiration. Happily, I was inspired - to set a beautiful poem on a backdrop of a picture of Charolastra No.1 being beautiful. So I spent about 2 hours going through all of her hundreds of photos, to find the perfect photo to go with a poem I hadn't written yet. Which is as redundant as one might think - I ended up with about 20 random photos of her, and a blinding headache from staring at the computer for so long, mindlessly pressing the 'next' button in the photo slideshow. I'm pretty sure I've now officially seen every photo of Charolastra No.1 to ever exist.
Anyway, I then had a little nap (and some Day Nurse) and awoke to a text from Charolastra No.1 simply saying "bridge?" - at which I immediately lit up a cigarette and logged on to Yahoo Games, created a table and invited her to be my partner (bridge lingo - love it). We spent about 4 hours playing online bridge, clocking up several thousand points and a sizeable amount of rubbers (thats right fellas, bridge lingo is sexy) - ending our session on a high.
Filled with even more love for my bridge partner, I filtered through the photos and found a select few I loved. I then spent about 4 hours fiddling with them on Photoshop, and adding little captions that I'll incorporate into a poem in some fashion, I'm sure. Basically, I got very much distracted from my writer's block by discovering how incredibly frustrating it is trying to teach yourself how to design and collate a series of photos on Photoshop when you have a vague idea in your head of what they will look like, but no actual technical knowledge of how to make them so. (And also, between you and me, no idea of actually what you want the photos to look like, really).
The first hour I spent playing with a line I thought of at stupid o'clock in the morning a few weeks back, when Charolastra No.1 was in town for a week. The result was this;-
Which I then spent a frustratingly pointless hour changing into this;-
After which, I decided I was making her a little too introspective and bordering on emo, so based on a line from Amy Winehouse's first single years back that always made me think of Charolastra No.1;-
I also have work in the morning for the first time in a week. I've taken the week off to be ill, which isn't as much fun as one might think. It's mainly involved lying in bed feeling like shit and being slightly delirious, high off my tits on over-the-counter medication. Again, not as much fun as one might think.
I felt much better today but still wanted to take it easy to finalise the getting-better process, so decided to make Charolastra No. 1 a present for her birthday. Her birthday is in July, by the way, I was just so touched by the birthday present she sent me last week that I haven't been able to shake the pathetically grateful urge to do something for her (I won't go into detail about her present here, I'm going to do a birthday write-up at some point next week, after my party this weekend).
Anyway, so I decided to write her a poem. Then, after about a half hour of staring at a blank page with writer's block, I decided to flick through her Facebook photos for inspiration. Happily, I was inspired - to set a beautiful poem on a backdrop of a picture of Charolastra No.1 being beautiful. So I spent about 2 hours going through all of her hundreds of photos, to find the perfect photo to go with a poem I hadn't written yet. Which is as redundant as one might think - I ended up with about 20 random photos of her, and a blinding headache from staring at the computer for so long, mindlessly pressing the 'next' button in the photo slideshow. I'm pretty sure I've now officially seen every photo of Charolastra No.1 to ever exist.
Anyway, I then had a little nap (and some Day Nurse) and awoke to a text from Charolastra No.1 simply saying "bridge?" - at which I immediately lit up a cigarette and logged on to Yahoo Games, created a table and invited her to be my partner (bridge lingo - love it). We spent about 4 hours playing online bridge, clocking up several thousand points and a sizeable amount of rubbers (thats right fellas, bridge lingo is sexy) - ending our session on a high.
Filled with even more love for my bridge partner, I filtered through the photos and found a select few I loved. I then spent about 4 hours fiddling with them on Photoshop, and adding little captions that I'll incorporate into a poem in some fashion, I'm sure. Basically, I got very much distracted from my writer's block by discovering how incredibly frustrating it is trying to teach yourself how to design and collate a series of photos on Photoshop when you have a vague idea in your head of what they will look like, but no actual technical knowledge of how to make them so. (And also, between you and me, no idea of actually what you want the photos to look like, really).
The first hour I spent playing with a line I thought of at stupid o'clock in the morning a few weeks back, when Charolastra No.1 was in town for a week. The result was this;-
Which I then spent a frustratingly pointless hour changing into this;-
After which, I decided I was making her a little too introspective and bordering on emo, so based on a line from Amy Winehouse's first single years back that always made me think of Charolastra No.1;-
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