Early morning

I really like out of hours, whether it be early in the morning or late at night. Admittedly, I haven’t gotten up early in a while, unless I’m starting work or at college. But I would really like to get up at about 5 or 6 and go for a jog with my dog. There’s a real peacefulness about early morning, before the rush of 7 till 9, you take a look around the streets and everything is quiet and empty, it’s the same later at night as well, but it just looks a lot scarier. I don’t live in the kind of area where you can go for a nice walk in the middle of the afternoon, there’s always a threat of getting caught up in some kind of trouble. There are no parks locally and the only place to walk around where there is a bit of green, is the golf course. This is no good, so you have to work around it but it usually just means I end up staying indoors which is a shame.
It doesn’t look like I’ll be going on holiday this year, I’m not too bothered as the last few years of holidays have been pretty naff. I’m sick of going to places in England, where all you get is a beach, an arcade, and through the roof parking fee’s. I told my parent last year that I’m not going on another holiday in England for a long time. If I’m going on holiday now, I want it to be somewhere very different, I want to see alternative cultures….that’s not trying to be snooty, it’s just I cannot stand another holiday in England.
I’ve also managed to bugger whatever relationship I had with Sally last night. I don’t know how it happened but there was break down in communication and she got the wrong end of the stick, and there were a lot of double standards going on, she could say something but I couldn’t. So that makes work this afternoon extra-tense. Amy also didn’t acknowledge me last night, which is disappointing, I thought we had a good chat the night before.
I was reading Dave’s latest blog entry at http://dave.squizzle.org, and his nerves of starting his new job really brought back memories of me last year with mine. I’m always so shaky when I start somewhere new, so nervous that my stomach feels like it’s in a vice.