Slow Sunday

Today I listened to music and cleaned. The new Spoon album didn't fit my mood and I need a new needle for my record player. I listened to a whole bunch of songs of different genres, but I specifically I threw on a mix with a softer side for a good mid-day rest on my new sofa. It had songs like:

Piano Man, Billy Joel
1979, Smashing Pumpkins
Piazza, New York Catcher, Belle and Sebastian
Current Therapist, In Civilian Clothing
Sway, Jessica King
Stairway to Heaven , Rodrigo y Gabriela
Freeze The Saints, Stephen Malkmus
Beyond the Sea, Royal Crown Revue
Sky Blue Sky, Wilco

Completely wonderful. I doubt there could have been anything more relaxing at that moment in time. It felt like I'd become one with the sofa: and I was comfort.

Had some fun with Illustrator CS3 this evening. Made a few t-shirt designs, and I'm hoping I get the design job I want. I've been saving up money, so I've got enough to buy myself CS3 (I currently use a copy from work) but now I'm thinking my money may be better spent on a new laptop. The Powerbook G4 is three years old now, and Macs leave a horrible taste in my mouth. The time for a PC laptop is approaching. I can feel it in my bones. It will be nice to be dual platform at home again.

Mr. Shy didn't get in touch, but it's been one day - why would he? I thought about it on and off all day. Not because I feel anything for him beyond friendship, but because I'm just tired of complications and I don't want him hurt. I'd considered the idea that I seek complication, and perhaps all of this is in my head - but I'm not that kind of girl. I like things to be clear cut and honest. It's never been honesty and clarity that lacked on my part of things, so I can only assume for now that it's the other person.