I don’t know what the hell’s happening to me at the moment.

After a raging cold on Sunday — presumably caused by riding home in the rain in black jeans (although the colour doesn’t really matter, I just thought I’d point it out because if the weren’t black before, they sure as hell were after the rain came down) — with a whole river of nasal secretions…

… I find myself very energetic, very up… perhaps even verging on the manic.

Not sure what’s caused this.

Potentially though, it’s that I’ve finally disengaged from the “external reinforcement of my own value as a human being” behaviour (otherwise known as Lisa 4.5 and earlier; also as “bloody silly”, “irritating” and “depressing on a personal level”), as evidenced by my first rejection as a copywriter.

I wrote some well crafted prose for a client yesterday. And they didn’t like it.

What makes this even more interesting is that not only didn’t they like it, I read the response (on the god-phone) just before lights-out in bed.

Usually I would brood on this for freaking hours. Not so this time. I went straight to sleep. No issues. No hassles. Just dreamy sleep.

Course — as a slight related tangent to this line of reasoning — I woke at 4am and couldn’t get to to sleep, so I wrote in the diary and worked out what I was going to buy at IKEA this week (no, don’t laugh at me. Really. Their stuff tends to be quite good. Yes, I know as a tree-hugging hippy I’m risking expulsion from the union of allied huggers because of the potential labour issues in the various countries that make IKEA goods… although i’ve never heard of them being cited for anything nasty… unlike Apple who have been done for pollution issues on old macs and labour issues on the iPod…

Hell where was I?)

Oh yes!

I even got up at 6.30.

Now, to be sure, many people get up at 6.30. Some of them even do it voluntarily. Most do it because they’ve got to get to work and the only way they’ll even get within coo-ee of a spot in a train or tram is to get there before anyone else gets on the tram or train. Course the net effect of everyone trying to beat everyone else to the tram or train is that they get filled up earlier and earlier.

A great argument for driving to work and more freeways and the invasion of countries with or next-door-to petroleum producing countries.

Anyway… I usually am not up before about 8am. As a freelance web designer I’m allowed to do this because I’m my own boss. And as my own boss I’m reasonable about working hours and hold the belief that as long as the job gets done when the client needs it, I don’t care if I work in bed (as I did yesterday writing the copy for the client… see, and you thought I’d forgotten about that!) in my pyjamas and don’t turn up at the place of work until after midday. Who cares, says the boss. The work gets done and I don’t care how you do it.

The boss is a kind-of don’t ask questions as long as the cash flows in our direction kinda gal.

So, I was up early and breathed in the sweet unpolluted smell of my courtyard. The sun had risen and the air was sweet with potential.

And it wasn’t raining either, which is always a good reason to walk out in your courtyard in your pyjamas.

Odd name “pyjama”. Wonder what the entymology is.

Anyway… so I’m feeling good. Meeting with the client to take a full brief on his biz and what he’s really after on Friday, getting a new bed on Saturday and spending my tax money at IKEA… a good redistribution of wealth if you ask me.

Onward and upward as I am prone to saying.