It’s funny how this blogging takes hold of you. Isn’t it? And so quickly, too. It used to be that I’d get up in the morning wondering if I’d got any interesting emails (although sometimes even the interesting was negotiable) from the dating site I was on… now, though, I have to decide whether to post something or just have a skim through the other blogs I like to read. Decisions, decisions.
Stats too… I’ve really only been up and running for 10 days, but my stat counter is telling me that there’s some interest being generated now (64 hits yesterday, beating my previous record by one!). So thanks for reading, returning to the site, posting comments, linking me, etc etc – it does mean that there’s some motivation to keep posting regularly. You must all be very, very bored, mind you.
Back to GG for a minute or two. That weekend is now a distant memory, although obviously we’ve been on a daily speaking/texting/emailing routine. We’re seeing each other on Saturday, but whilst it’s going incredibly well so far, I’m now getting into my usual mind-set as soon as something looks promising. Thinking about the impact that a relationship will have on my life (I really like my independence); thinking that I have to stop myself from getting involved in gratuitous sex (I really like sex, gratuitous or otherwise); and thinking about how long I wait before I let her meet the children (I’m very protective of the children… too protective, some people would say). Looks like I’m doing a little too much thinking again.
I’ve decided to work from home again today. The upside is that I don’t have to shave, I can wear anything I want, I don’t have to buy those crap sandwiches and I can have music playing – all day. The downside is that I don’t actually do much work. You might think it’s a no-brainer, but in reality I just heap pressure on myself for later. Like midnight later.
Right, I’m going to change the CD, give Puss a good brush as she’s moulting everywhere, and then try to apply myself. At some point I need to get some practice in on my sax. Oh, and do a little surfing.
Oh dear...
17 comments:
Hi neighbour! Thanks for stopping by. I would love to work from home as I find I am more productive, not less. I think on britblog it says Camden, but I'm actually Maida Vale. Does that mean we're still neighbours? I also note that you read the blogs of my buddies Eyes and NYM! Great blog btw.
Thanks, nice of you to say so! Actually, we're even more neighbours... my company had an office in Maida Vale (Kentish Town Road actually - bet you'd know the building). And yes, it did say Camden, like mine will say Barnet if it ever appears. I'm not quite Barnet either.
this blog thing is a sickness, especially when there is the next blog button and then click throughs due to someone's interesting comment left somewhere.
i must stop clicking!
commenty thing seems okay now- who knows, silly blogger :)
It's a sickness, for sure, but they do say that what doesn't kill you...
I'm jealous. I wish I could work from home.
Come and work from my home then.
I've been blogging for over a year friend. Turn back now while you still can.
That's bit like a woman saying "Take it out now..." as you're starting to come. It's easier said than done!
I'm sorry. If it helps, I don't either so I'm about to try to play Girl From Ipanema instead.
Damn. I'd just go with it then :)
Hi! Thanks for stopping by my blog!
I know just what you mean about blogging. It's crazy how much time I spend looking at blogs, thinking of blogs, and talking about blogs. Sick, man, sick! *rolls eyes* I need help!
~Eyes
The first thing I do in the morning is read my blog comments, then read a few blogs, then get to work. I probably SHOULD get my priorities in order.
Meh.
Buddhist retreat huh? Interesting idea. :)
@ Eyes... Yes, it's sick, very sick. We all need help!
@ Des... See? I knew you'd be interested.
I wonder if I'd get more work done if I worked at home. However, I had a big project due at 2 and I just called the guy to reschedule. Hmm....
See how many times you can reschedule before he loses it...
Bloggins is addicting. Some say it's therapy, cheap. But is it really? Most say I need to be less opinionated but this blog thing seems to be fuel to my fire. But then again, we get to talk about sex and blame the other person if it's bad...and no one will ever really know who you are, will they?
You play the sax? How nice.
NWC, if this is therapy I need therapy! (I know what you mean, though.) And not being constrained is cool, although I can't seem to escape my manners, however hard I try. I do like talking about sex though :-)
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