Ricochet

You know, I really wish that I had a great way of writing about the way that I've been feeling recently. How I haven't been thinking straight, how I've been feeling low and about not knowing what to do. I wish that I could write about what I've been thinking about and just my general lack of lust for life. But if I do that it will just end up being another boring, depressing post that makes no sense to you, and makes even less sense to me.

So the weekend has come and gone. I went down the coast on the Sunday afternoon. I got drunk and smoked cigarettes and ate hamburgers and stayed up late for no real reason. I fired off some text messages and listened to some music on my new iPod shuffle (which is pretty neat) and generally felt sorry for myself. I thought that it would be nice to go to sleep with the door to the balcony open so that I could hear the waves on the beach. This meant that I was also lucky enough to be able to hear the construction crews working on the neighboring high rise at 6:30 in the morning. Oh well, I guess you have to get up at some time.

I laid in bed for a while and read my book and smoked some more and killed some more time. I eventually gathered up the courage to put on my boardshorts and find my sunglasses so that I could venture out into the big bad world. I walked down to the beach and then headed north for a couple of kilometres. I walked past several sets of flags and lots of old people. I eventually found a stretch of patrolled sand that was to my liking and had a quick dip. The water was rough with a strong current, but it was refreshing. Once I'd had enough I gathered my things and returned back to the room in the hotel. Along the way I developed some chafe between my legs. It was painful.

Once back in the room I slept for a while, finished a book and hung out.

Eventually the sun went down and I waited for the phone call from Ria to say when she'd be down.

When the call came in I went and picked her up from the train station then we went over to the casino for dinner. It wasn't great. We took the monorail home. That wasn't as exciting as it sounds.

Today Ria and I slept in. Once we managed to rouse ourselves we rose and went and had some breakfast at a Deli in Broadbeach. It was very satisfying. I didn't eat my bacon, Ria didn't eat all of her sausage. Afterwards we took a short walk to the beach and then returned to the room. We packed our things away and then had a quick dip in the pool. There was an older lady there sun bathing without her top on. There were also some younger boys who should have been in school. I think that they were delinquents.

Eventually it was time for us to check out. So we did. Then we drove down to the border of New South Wales and Queensland. It was very windy. Ria cracked open a big Woody. She didn't drink much of it. We returned to Brisbane.

So that's just about it. Not too much has been going down. I did a lot of thinking while I was down the coast and now I hope that I've figured out some things about myself.