Tracks

I've always been terrified of becoming lonely or bored. Or looking back on a monotonous life after a few years and asking myself where the f**k i've been, and what have I been wasting my time doing when I could have been somewhere else or doing something else or just being someone else that I might like better than who i've been... well, Being. One such shock came upon me in bed, laying next to Jac, last night.

And I said : "We're lazy".

He pled no contest, but you know -- after enough chilly Rome-winter weekends spent waring down worn tracks in the house -- i'm getting the itch for that something better, something new...
you know?

And i'm not talking about tying Jac out to the dog-house at all. No, not at all. But I need a bit of new -- or something old that I loved and lost (theatre, non fiction of the nobel prize winning sort, oscure foreign documentaries etc.). My first baby steps have been to email the only two English speaking theatre companies in existence in Rome -- and now I suppose I should invest in some literature. Begin a book club. Oh, I don't know.

This is what life is like without classes. It would be good if university could continue (on a very part time basis) for - ever.