I made some necessary phone calls this afternoon which were like two looming hurdles on the horizon. They were not of importance and yet that is still how phone calls feel to me. I don't enjoy talking on the phone because it is purely yourself having to talk. Talking is communicating and i struggle with communicating. I was almost nervous ringing someone I already know but it was over in four minutes anyway with an agreement to just ring when there is something more to say. The second phone call was drawn out for about eight minutes. I paced the front room and then upstairs and them each room. I wandered in some sort need to keep moving so that my conversation would be better. It was like a nervous tension. Very odd. Then I walked to the co-op to buy my son some sweets for the weekend. I would not give up my 'Home time' so readily for anyone else. It was also liberating to walk the streets with no hair product and spaghetti stains on my Star Wars T-shirt. Ahhh the pleasures of being a single lad with no interest in pursuing a relationship. 
I gave up reading a Sci-Fi book which was doing my head in and started reading a book about particle physics. Fascinating stuff if you can follow the explanation. I see this book as a follow up to my reading 'A Brief History Of Time'. 
I am watching 'Atonement', which is causing me pain with it's plum English accents making us look like a nation of upperclass tossers.