I seem to be devoid of that get-up-and-go drive. Whenever i make a decision to go somewhere, or do something, I always need to wait for at least an hour before doing it. For what? To compose myself for the task ahead? Hardly. I prodded my state of mind for a bit and discovered that the idea of fluid and constant action was a little alarming.
The city is my family's decided destination for the day. Mum and dad want to look at the museum, and i thought, hell, it's the second last day of hols- i must cram some more fun in. Plus, i feel a little guilty. I hardly ever spend any time with them...i mean time time. Not just the could-you-pass-the-peas kind of time.