Monday 9 January 2012

Right now I should be studying the wonderful artistry that is Paul Cezánne and starting on the essay that is due in this week, but I really don't have the energy.  Which is pretty pathetic really because I came in from work tonight, had dinner and watched a bit of the depression that was the nightly news then came upstairs, shoved the PC and laptop on (yes both of them), got changed into my PJ's, plonked myself down on my computer chair and that is where I have been stationed for the past 4 hours.  Pathetic.  Man, I could have done so much more productive things in 4 hours than what I have actually done!  I can't even say that I've done anything at all actually.  I've sat and chatted to a couple people on Facebook, caught up with some TV that I sky+'d and watched the awkward teenager across the street prance around his bedroom like a nancy boy to some kind of music - I hope was a boy-tastic band like the Backstreet Boys or Westlife *RIP* - and now i'm thinking about sub-plots to my novel.  Actually, does it make me sound like a perv the fact that I watched the teenager across the way dancing?!  I feel I have to clarify; I am in an attic conversion with my desk looking out onto the main street.  I have a terrace of houses opposite me and the boy's bedroom is one level down from where i'm sitting so can see, with ease, his whole room.  You see it's actually his parent's fault because they have no curtains in his bedroom (never have for some reason) so the poor coming-of-age lad has no privacy...though i'm sure he doesn't appreciate just how much of his room can be seen.  Not that I've seen anything or even looked into his room at all, apart from that one time when it was instigated by him because he shone one of those red laser thingies into my room when I was having a girl's night in.  So there.  Glad I got that sorted out.