Gaah

Just had passport photos done for driver's licence. Now have complex re symmetry (or lack thereof) of face. Harsh, very harsh. New guidelines state that you cannot have any of your hair anywhere near your eyes (fair enough), or covering your ears (whaaaa? What on earth is all that about - since when do they identify you by your ears alone? Is there some new ear-recognition technology I am unaware of? Sheesh). So I had to pull my hair back into an unflattering pony tail, and remove my glasses. I should really have thought about this in advance. If I had, I would have worn my contact lenses. Once I removed my glasses, I couldn't actually see what I looked like on the handy screen in the 'Photo-Me' booth. When not wearing glasses or contacts I tend to look a little lost. Resulting image makes me look a little sad, like I just received some bad news. Oh well.

As if it isn't bad enough these days, with people putting unsanctioned photos of you up on facebook, now I have an unsanctioned photo going in a permanent id document. Re facebook, I know, I know I could de-tag - but that just makes you look vain! (Which, I know, I kind of am, for even thinking that way).

Anyway, must put all this aside and focus on the exciting prospect of me behind the wheel very soon. I have left it a little late, but honestly, when you move to London, as I did so many years ago now, it just doesn't seem necessary, and it is so expensive to learn, so I kept putting it off. Has been one of my new year's resolutions for about 10 years, so yay me - am finally taking some action. Lots of things on the list at the moment- driving, refresher French course, Bollywood dance classes (oh, don't fret, more on this soon), yoga bunnydom, holiday etc etc. oh yeah, and the completed draft of the (potentially Oscar-winning) screenplay. Will keep you posted.

Overload

Feeling pretty damn good today. It is Saturday, after all, and that, according to the shameless Lurpak adverts, is Breakfast Day. I think, I am feeling so good, due to the gruelling yoga session I put myself through last night. I am in pain, but I get to feel smug, because I have exercised. I even plan to do it again on Sunday morning - at 10.30 (inner voice asking whether I am insane or not...). I am keen to do more exercise, because whenever I do, I have to admit, I feel utterly blissed out afterwards - practically high, on endorphins I assume.

So, to the matter in hand. I can't quite seem to give this blog up, and yet, I now have a twitter feed, and I am on facebook - and, in the manner of Carrie Bradshaw, I can't help but wonder, is this all a bit too much? Do I need to be telling everyone* what I am doing all the time, and why do I want to do it?

I originally started this blog to get myself back into writing - it kind of worked, but I ended up spending more time on this than on my (yet to be completed potentially Oscar-winning) screenplay. Because, this is easy and fast. Maybe it's all about trends - blogs were massive, and some still are, but then facebook was really in, and it is still popular, but all anyone can talk about at the moment is Twitter. Hmm.

*heh, 'everyone', I know.

Define hell

Hell is...having to work with someone you slept with. EVERY day. Because it is always there. It never goes away. And it is hell.