I have a post all written up about my adventures in Beechworth but I can’t post it yet because I only took the photos off my camera last night and given that this occurred at around 11pm after Wind Symphony rehearsal and that my alarm was set to go off at 6am for work the next day, I unreasonably decided to call it a night and come back to the photos later. And seriously, how long was that sentence? I kept looking for a spot to interrupt and set down a tactful full-stop but it just didn’t happen.
Anyway, it’s been almost a week since my last post (although this is understandable, given that the Easter long weekend occurred in the middle of it) and I just feel like writing something. Too often, I’ll find something else to do instead of writing a blog post, even though the thing I most want to do is to write a blog post. This is one thing I’ll never understand about myself: for some reason, I always seem to stop myself from doing the things I most desire to do. The conversations in my head go a little like this: