Peter had his twenty-first all day and all night yesterday. His speech really summed the party up, 'I just wanted to have a great day in Eastbourne and share my favorite place with my favorite people.' There was more, obviously, but that is largely covered by the neverending bucket of imported beers. Such a good time.
I'm feeling really good. I think I've been a bit depressed. I've not been overusing my vocabulary, or talking too loudly, or staying up late for weeks now. But the other night at 2am I had the distinct experience of passing through an emotional trough. Now I feel like my spirits are heading back up the slope to the level I had been previously accustomed to. To celebrate, Celia and I went on the world's smallest roadtrip: watching Eternal Sunshine with Peter and Anna in Eastbourne, picking up some pea-straw for the Muir's from Lowry bay, having a cup of tea in Waterloo with DMcC and the McC's, and finally having a KFC and McDonald's feast on the Petone esplanade. And I figured that I can take better photos from the passenger seat of a hurtling Camry if the camera is set to sports mode. Sweet.
As for the whole unemployment thing: tomorrow I'm talking to the guy who 'essentially fired' me to make the situation concrete. This article convinced me to teach myself the PHP equivalent (sorta) of Ruby on Rails to help my prospects for the job hunt. I'm going to rewrite my CV and go to some recruitment agencies and knock on some doors and whatnot — anyone have any job leads? I'm aiming for a programming/web design job at a internet start-up company, but I have very broad skills and experience including construction and hospitality. Choice.
Please enjoy... the back of the Caddy house, the view out the front window, and some sweet Eastbourne architecture up the road a bit:
Two photos for the Hamster (because flattery works), and one for the holiday season (Happy Robot Easter!):
Okay since my last post my bike has been stolen, I've been sick for 7 days and counting, and I've essentially been fired.
I've been moaning about all sorts of things lately. In the old welikestuff tradition, however, I'm going to refrain from moaning about them on this here blog. Instead, two purely sweet things:
I have a sweet house in a sweet neighbourhood (that first one is mine)...
