I have these moments in my life quite often, when I find myself doing something utterly ridiculous or somewhere utterly ridiculous or somewhere incredibly mind blowingly boring or mundane or talking to someone so intensely awful and I just think exasperatingly "What the HELL am I doing with my life". Unfortunately I find myself in these situations too often, like right now, sitting in bed on a Friday night hearing the TV on downstairs, my Dad is watching American Idol for some utterly unknown reason and as Jennifer Lopez speaks I just think seriously, what the HELL am I doing with my life. (Mainly because I can identify Jennifer Lopez's voice and have a Father who is addicted to American Idol on Foxtel) I digress.
I was going to go out tonight but I made the decision not to, and, like every human on this earth I always wonder what the consequences of my decision are. If I had have gone out tonight, what would I be doing and feeling right now? I certainly would not be writing this post and because I would be in the company of various mentally stimulating acquaintances I would not be feeling like I'm the only person on this earth who is in bed at 8.57 on a Friday night. Woe is me.
The above pictures are from today where I really did no work in the studio at all and ate mountains of junk food. Mountain ranges. It was one of those days where time is slow and often non-existent, but it was deliriously nice. I am now acutely aware that I am not making any sense, probably because I cut my hair.
Until my next self depreciating post of mundanity - Minna.