RXA

Note: Having just reread this, let me clarify very quickly. The first line of the post is meaning November … not a person or persons.

You suck.

Because of commitments with the army, the Cucumbers and other things I might as well give up on you right now.

Via email L and I are trying to figure out the next time we can actually spend some time together. She travels a lot for work and I’m off trying to please everyone who needs me to play and/or take photos. Sure I may actually have some money at the end of November but is the lack of cohesion and mental drain going to be worth it?

And in between all this is me trying to spend some time with my little boy before he grows up and realises his father isn’t all he’s built me up to be.

Last nights army rehearsal was good. That’s a big statement to make lately.

We got through all the music for the next couple of gigs and it looks as though I could be going on a one month army photography course as the RSM has approved my application (recommended it in fact).

I have also picked up another three days worth of photography work for the month with the army.

He’s VERY BAD!!!

Unfortunately I can’t tell you why. You will need to take my word on it.

BAD David!!!!

I’m telling Mum what you said … then you’ll be in trouble.

You’ve heard of Greenwich Mean Time, Daylight Savings Time and Whatever time people in Queensland operate under. Sunday I discovered a lost timezone … ‘L Timezone’. It centres around a particular watch.
This is such a powerful timezone that any slight variation in timepieces around said watch can cause frowning to commence. I mentioned that I used to have various clocks around my family home set to different times to ensure we always left the house on time if not seven minutes early. It used to be referred to as the ‘fudge-factor’.

The look I got upon revealing my secret could have frozen the Sahara. It was then I was inducted into the ‘L’ timezone. Now my own watch is permanently set to L time, which causes no end of confusion when I look at other time pieces but I’m too scared to argue … a sure sign that our relationship is going very well.