I think I'm crazy.
Somehow or other, I seem to end up doing most of my moving after dark. I drove some things down to Mum's tonight, leaving at 10:30 for the 1.5hr drive each way. The drive was unhindered by traffic. Such a pleasant change.
Some thoughts:
- Driving is cathartic.
- Singing is cathartic.
- When driving late at night, it pays to have eclectic tastes in music. Metal is particularly useful when attempting to induce temporary insomnia. System of a Down on the way there, Queensryche on the way back, power all the way.
- Well-aimed headlights are awesome.
Winter in Sydney is an impotent excuse for a season. Bowral is cold enough to make winter exciting, with icy air in your lungs, near-frozen tap water and the glorious scent of a thousand wood heaters. Sydney is just cold enough to make you depressed because it's obviously not summer anymore.
I'm certain I'm crazy, but that's mostly due to things other than late night removalism. I do like the forced solitude of the small hours. When there's nobody awake to see you, there's no point wearing a mask. That's not to say I don't, just that it makes the fact of wearing it and your purpose in doing so become more obvious - you're scared of unknown people.
I currently have fewer computers in my room than I've had for the last 3.3 years. Perhaps that's related to why I wear a mask.
Man, that sounds so freaking emo. Maybe I'll write about that on my blog.
