Excuse my French

I'm fucked.

Still climbing the mountain.

Strange things are happening to me but things have become so warped that I wonder whether they are strange at all.

Nothing during the week really worth talking about except maybe a few good meetings showing how ACE I am at work. But all that does is show how totally hopeless I am at everything else ie life outside work.

On Saturday I finished reading 'Carter Beats the Devil', did some work, went swimming and then did some more work. The swim was good. Should really go more often - just don't like cleaning up afterwards with all the salty wet things and my hair, which doesn't get back to normal until almost a week later.

On Sunday I allowed myself to sleep in but didn't get past 10am because all the things I had to do FOR WORK were weighing on my mind. Tis a sad day indeed when work intrudes your sleeping life. So did some work but gave myself the night off to go to The Vanguard to see Abbe May.

Out of the ordinary stuff that happened on Sunday night:

• Buses replaced trains to Newtown. The Cityrail signs pointed me to the bus stop, only they did it in such a way that I ended up walking the longest possible route on Cityrail property to get there when I could have otherwise taken the Devonshire St tunnel almost directly there. Typical.



• Bus went via Redfern, Erskineville and Stanmore. You'd think the quickest route would be Broadway then City Rd/King St, especially with little traffic on a Sunday, but no. Ended up passing the FBi Studios while listening to Lee Tran do her show on my phone radio.



• Had to go to Newtown because I needed an ATM. Stopped in at Ice+Slice and had gelato for dinner.



• Left Ice+Slice and realised half the street had lost power. Entered The Vanguard and they had about four lights on and no operating sound system. Support was doing acoustic set.



• Usher wouldn't let me go upstairs so I sat in a booth at the back behind Daniele from The Maladies. He was sitting with his girl, and Abbe May and a guy that looked a bit like Peter Noble from Bluesfest (but who I later found out wasn't).



• After the support set I called out to Daniele and had a chat with him about The Maladies album launch and how I couldn't be there, and he intro'd me to his girl Simone. He's supporting Abbe this Sunday so I'll consider going back again, if only to buy their album.



• Alison came from upstairs and found me and intro'd me to her friends. It was her b/f Keith's last night in Sydney (going to live in London for 12 months). We sat through most of the second support set - quite torturous actually. Off key and weak. Still acoustic as power was still out.



• Abbe May was fantastic. That wasn't out of the ordinary. But because the power was out she did her set on acoustic guitar instead of the electric guitar as she usually does. The power came back on about five songs from the end. I quite liked the acoustic.



• Gig finished before midnight. B'cos buses replaced trains, and Macdonaldtown (closest station to The Vanguard) is a tiny station, there's a shuttle that goes from Mac to Redefern. Didn't fancy going to Redfern Station so late, nor walking to Newtown to get the bus to Central so went to catch an STA bus. Last one had gone. Walked to Broadway hoping for more buses. Last one had gone. Damn you, Sunday night public transport!



• So I ended up walking to Central from The Vanguard. Outside UTS there was a guy and a girl who stopped me to ask if I had a lighter, which I didn't. A minute or so later I was standing at the traffic lights up the road and the guy was there, talking to me. I thought he was being friendly as we were both going to the station. Turns out he lives near UTS and was just after my number.
  
  Now, I don't feel comfortable at all when it's midnight in the city and I'm walking by myself and a strange man follows me to the station to get my number. Admirable on some levels but I'm sorry, it's creepy and most girls would be well alert to not-so-good things arising from that kind of situation.
  
  Which is not to say this guy wasn't good looking, or polite. It just didn't feel right. Or have I just worked so hard I've forgotten what it's like to be human?



• Missed the last train home. Caught train to Wynyard and got a taxi instead. Why does getting home have to be so hard?

I apologise for not checking in yesterday. Felt a bit off so turned in early. Slept okay but wasn't sick enough this morning to take the day off. I feel I would have just worked at home anyway. I stumble on.