view from the 53 to Whitehall...

at going-to-work o'clock in the morning, sitting on the 53 to Whitehall and the greyness has covered the world in a mottled featurelessness which is probably as much to do with my continued lack of sleep as it has to do with the decorating. when i arrived with pre-made dough for scones in my bag i had 28 Days and Cog playing in my ears. this morning it's Something About Airplanes by Death Cab For Cutie, the peaceful melancholy of Champagne From A Paper Cup complementing my mood nicely while i sit here with my Eee surrounded by salary-men and school-children with the windows fogged up. the bus takes an hour or so to get to Elephant & Castle, where i'll change for one of the 4 different buses that'll drop me right in front of base-camp.

i spent the night in Woolwich after a do at SiJ's place because, with nothing to do the next day and an hour-plus door-to-door trip back to base i decided that i just couldn't be bothered leaving at 10 to catch the train and crashed out instead (SiJ has a spare room set up for guests). of course, that isn't to mean that i got particularly much more sleep than normal but then today that doesn't matter much. i completed another contract yesterday - 3 days running around again for Louis Vuitton. i'll not complain in either direction: i'm glad for the work, but at the same time i'm glad it's over. getting up at work-appropriate hours hasn't helped my sleeping patterns any, so i'll let them go completely and at least get some sleep in the next few days, even if it is at entirely the wrong times of day.

last night was really very nice - sitting around chatting until far too late. i'd made the dough for scones the night before, trialling a method which exchanges milk and sugar for lemonade, the dairy-free margarine making it vegan in accordance with the audience. the vegans have been feeding me a lot so it was nice to take a bring-and-share with me. spending the night out seems to help to break my time up and keep things interesting so i'm going to be more open to the idea in future (i usually prefer the familiarity of my own bed if it's reachable since there is a comfort in familariy).

my intended trip to Bristol is off for the time being. spending my days working and getting back wrecked every day led me to forget to actually organise anything, and by the time i thought of it again the timing had slipped again. i've made plans to hang around with the Internationals on Saturday and maybe Sunday which should keep me appropriately entertained and i'll look at wandering more seriously in a couple of weeks. there's an additional bonus to that particular plan, which is that there's every likelihood that louise will be out of a job then and will be keen to go wandering and while short trips on my own would be good, if i'm going to head to Scotland for a week and a half i think i'd prefer to have the company. in the meantime i'll be back on the job hunt... just not today because today i completely and totally Can't Be Fucked. i'm going back and i'm sleeping and lying around and maybe doing some more writing if the thought occurs. my motivation's slipped but since i've just had a bit of work i think i can afford to let it go for a day as a reward for hard work. i'll head back to Leicester Square tomorrow and be productive again.