Sunday, December 19, 2004
Sunday and The Office
i'm in for a couple of hours today, whilst i pretend to monitor systems (not even sure what this means, let alone entails) claim horifically inflated sums in overtime, and look for a creative pastime to develop in the next few weeks.
being here on sunday allows me to swing on the overhead metal roof supports, an act which would have met with much disapproval with your normal Monday-Friday crowd. the monkey in me has been released.
creative pastime. as a kid, i played the piano and violin. badly. classical music was all that was taught, and i hated it with the levels of passion that only a truly mentally contorted human could relate to. even today, classical music is something i want to listen to, not hum, sing or even use to alter my mood. stick it on whilst reading a book and drip feeding some Scotch into the gulliver (sic Clockwork Orange). but, being so keen on music today, it seems a waste that i can't play. time to learn again? thinking....
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