I’ve had two meals today. Both out. Both with friends. I skipped breakfast but had a coffee with my pimp instead. Please note my pimp is my recruitment consultant and he is a good dude.
Now, I am home, and I am tired, and I don’t feel like writing, but I will put something down because that is the contract I have with myself.
Anyway, I’ve had lots of interesting conversations today. Here are some of the topics I’ve talked about, with no context or explanation:
- Travelling to Paris the long way
- Facing US immigration (It shouldn’t be an issue, but it’s still anxiety-making)
- The football finals
- Why Essendon is worse than Collingwood (Collingwood supporters can at least laugh at themselves)
- Agnosticism versus atheism
- Leaving contracts
- My business idea for my downtime.
- The joys of autism
- What we will get up to on our writer's retreat
- How to stay sane on social media
- The joys of sweet-and-sour pork
- The joys of speaking another language
- The best fish and chips in Darwin (Stokes Hill Wharf as far as I'm concerned, but that is only in the city)
- Anti-vaxxer
- Going to Versailles after the writer's retreat.
- How the Crows tend to joke of the finals
- My pussycat.
- My friend’s pussycat, who has his own Instagram page.
- Dodgy television
- Handover strategies
- The dreaded feeling of overwhelm
- Why Rescue Remedy is better than Xanax
- What we are going to pack for France, particularly what shoes are we going to take?
- The rail strikes in Paris.
- Why I don't watch the footy.
- Bad telly.
- All the shit we have to do now we're older. And not do.
- Medication
- Fun phrases in other languages.
- The Babelfish principal.
It's been an interesting day.
But I'm knackered now.
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