saint

In which morosity is confronted by ouzo. Ouzo Win!

Interesting. For Dave, being gutted is improving his waistline. For myself, being gutted has in fact led to a rapid expansion of my waistline. (Well, rapid for me.) Just one of the side effects of no longer being with Sarah? Hmm.

Another side effect, the lack of blogs. I've been pretty up and down and all over the place over the past couple of months (as those close will attest to - it ain't pretty), and will no doubt continue to be so for quite some time into the future. Which is why the lack of blogging. It's hard to blog when you're not sure if what you write will be what you think or feel the next day, hell, the next hour! But this morning I find myself unable to sleep (again again), and with a whole bunch of ouzo still coursing through my body, this sleep deprived, half cut state seems a perfect one in which to write for the first time really in a month or more.

Just don't expect a high level of coherency, and watch out for potential morosity.

So, yeah. Just in case you've been living in a cave somewhere in remotest Azerbaijan, Sarah and I are no longer together, and as of last week her and Emma have moved to Palmerston North. It's fair to say I'm not the most happy I've ever been about this situation, but I do think it's a good move for Sarah, both career wise and personally. So in that respect I'm very happy for her. Regarding us, I had hoped for a different outcome, but timing is never my (our?) strong suit. I still love her, but what can you do? Only wish her bon voyage, que sera sera, etc etc.

So, because as we know this approach *always* works, drinking has ensued. Actually, to be fair, the drinking which has ensued has had absolutely nothing to do with anything mentioned above, and has in fact been in honour of (a) finding ourselves at Micky Finn's watching Pete's band Vibra Slap play on Thursday night, and then (b) general thesis finishing shenanigans on Friday night. No more theses people - TBALC is free of them! We have entered a new, post-thesis era. How weird will this be? Well done to all involved, it looked a bit touch and go at times, but with Jill on TBALC's side, not even the Registry can stand in our way.

(Speaking of theses, I have been reliably informed by Tim and Ben that as I handed my thesis in before the deadline without the need for any sort of Registry arm twisting and/or begging and/or bribing, I do not have a "real man's" thesis. Bollox more like.)

Two things learned from the last couple of nights include that according to my physiotherapist I *shouldn't* be getting drunk then dancing while my ankle is still stuffed (again again - bloody indoor soccer). Who knew? And that ouzo makes me all smiley and warm inside. Mmm, ouzo. Oh, and while on this ouzo thought train, Corey, Ben and I are planning on making a trip to the Jolly Poacher on Monday morning (oh, so early) to join the Greeks willing their team to victory!

Should be a good way to start the week...

And on the "Why cell phones are cool" front, yesterday I received the following text: "Hi brother. Julz and ma here. We about to cross the order to cambodia. Its so hot! See u soon." So very book. Indeed.

Right. The alcohol's leaving my system. I think I'll see off the potential hangover with some eggs. Mmm, eggs. Party on people, and to Tim... enjoy your first day of freedom (oh, and just how many "post-thesis" emails did you manage to collect?)

Posted by saint at July 3, 2004 11:41 AM | TrackBack