Notebook Braindrain

I'm archiving a notebook I filled up a few months ago. There was some pertinent information to transcribe such as phone numbers etc. But also some thoughts I made on the run that I wanted to log here.

I feel sorry for empty restaurants.

I will survive if we're just friends (in reference to BG - interesting!).

I can play hard to get... when I'm cryogenically frozen!!

The only time you can't afford to fail is the last time you try.
Charles Kettering

The mind is likened to a household drainage system, keep filling it with rubbish and it will seize on you.
P.K. Shaw

A poem I wrote around 16/09/08 (now somewhat out of date but it was interesting for posterity's sake)

we took the best and worst years of each others lives
now all I'm left with is your grumbles and sometimes soothing voice
I'm not over you
I treated you too mean
I treated you too kind
I went through the night
to have you leave at dawn
that's not true
I couldn't help you
I'd run out of puff
you'd run out of puff too
but you never gave me
a clue
how do you remember me?
do you remember the skipping through the house naked?
do you remember the funny faces?
or do you remember the flip-outs?

I'm sorry you made me weak
you carried me in your pocket, close to your heart
now you don't even need me
nor want me on the telephone

DS: coffee = 2 | fruit = 1 | veges = 1 | alcohol = nil | exercise = morning yoga routine

I'm enjoying some subconscious catharsis by archiving photos containing the EX and anything around the house / on the computer that pertains to him. Still got to deal with two or more mega boxes of files that are related to him but more about work. This feels good and feels all in the name of creating physical and subconscious space for a special man friend. Had the weirdest dream about him last night. Don't know whether that marathon in my brain was what caused me to 'sleep' through my tri-alarm system. My earplugs are simply too effective. Tomorrow's another day.