Captivating doesn't always means good

There's just something about him I find captivating. Hmmmm. 

 

Although the day is still young, so far it's a lovely quiet day in the office. I do hope it stays this way. So far it looks like it will.

I'm trying to collect together my thoughts, but I just can't seem to get there, there's too many ideas flying around in there, I can't seem to concentrate and focus on one thing.

Finally I'm making a bit of progress with my art and design works so I think it may be a result of that. I get mentally fidgety and only want to create things, I want to paint and draw - not type! I also know that this is likely to be a fleeting sensation that will have fizzled out by the time I get home and probably won't reawaken until the next working week. I've got to try and do as much as I can over the weekend. Amongst this, getting back into our working weeks feels a bit draining for me and Chris but I hope we'll be able to have some quality time together later this evening. It's difficult to get our free time to match up these days, he finishes late and stays up doing other hobbies and is usually working through the weekends when I'm free. But never mind, I guess you've just got to make the most of the time you have when you're together.

 

A friend of his (although not close,) sent me a message a little while ago in reaction to some of the photos put up from the wedding and we've started having a bit of back and forth. The thing is, I probably shouldn't as it's likely I'll never meet the guy and it could look a bit, odd? I'm not sure. It's only friendly banter, talking about comedy and music, I'll always have a lot of time for that. There's just something rather intriguing about him and I want to know more about him. Maybe this curiosity alone is enough to encourage me to just not reply again. I think I might do that. I don't want to fall into that familiar trap of looking for attention somewhere where it might be lacking in others. In truth though, I miss having friends around me. Pretty much all I have here in London is linked to Chris somehow, which on the one hand I love, but then everyone else seems to far away. I'm good at keeping myself busy with other things, but every now and then it creeps up on me and I find I can feel a bit lonely. But then in contrast there's a birthday outing taking place on Saturday and the idea of it fills me with anxiety already. I wish I get control of this somehow...