Good vibes now that the sun is back...

Last week I was unbareable. Apologies to anyone who I was foul too...

I was smart enough to read my mates body language, and appologised the next time I saw them for my misery guts approach to life. I made them swear to me that next time I get that bad to tell me. When I get like that, I can't always tell. They know what it's like to move back home after a couple of years away, so forgave me.

This week for me, has been positive & productive. I've been happy, almost really happy. I was working (yuck, but yay for $$$) & I'm making lists, which hopefully I'll be using to make a few words on a computer screen a reality. Thank you 43things.com for inspiring my list...I've also been using my msn space to list things. To many wants, not enough cash or time. But I'm trying to do different things none the less.

Today is set to be my most productive day in eons.

Got out of bed at 11am - for me this is special... with nothing planned, and the crazyass dreams I have, I love staying in bed.

I had a nightmare early this morning, which is unusual for me. I am a happy dreamer, my dreams are like little colourful soap operas, lot's of characters, some known to me, some unknown. Today I dreamt that I was being stalked. I think it may have been set in San Fran, the house I was in was at the top of a high, steep hill... I had 2 friends in the dream, but no one I can place now...the guy was an attractive tall dark & handsome type. I'm sure it's linked to my love of Janet Evanovich novels, the main character is a nutty Jersey girl bounty hunter, who's always in strife. I'm reading the 9th book in the series, and she's being stalked at the moment. The two guys in her love life at tall dark & handsomes....

Ate breakfast (mmm, fresh juiced apples & ginger with my cornflakes..I love the smell of fresh ginger!), read a few more pages of my book that's getting into my pysche, almost finished now.

Attempted to play tennis for an hour with Gutch. Note to self - sun out means contacts in eyes & sun glasses on...I need all the help I can with my tennis game. Playing once a year isn't really good for building up a level of skill. Must rememdy this.

BBQed & ate & relished my steak..and fake kettle chips from Aldi & the fruit rings, and i best stop eating before I can't move...

Still hunting down a charity to do some volunteer work for. I think i should do some work with kids, as it would help me if i want to be a teacher next year. I'd rather not work for a religious based charity, only because I'm not religious. Any suggestions?

Soon I'll be getting ready to cycle over to the train, jump on the train & go to my mates house in Annandale - the one that he is getting kicked out of very soon. Grantis is an old friend, hmm, maybe we've known each other for 16 years. Locals from the local caravan park. Ahh Kiama, land of much fun during my younger years...Grant also wants to play squash sometime. This rocks, i want to play squash too, my racquettes getting jealous of my tennis racquette which gets more court time...sigh...silly racquettes..

And then I'll be on a late train back up the mountains. And i'll get back on my bike, cycle up the hill & jump into my bed and enjoy the fact that it will be Monday and I won't be getting up at 6am. Sweeet....

Reality check comes Tuesday morning, when I will be up at 6am, on the bus at 6.39am, for the train at 6.51am, tucked behind a new office desk by 8.30am. Ahhh, can't wait to move closer to the city...