Interesting, interesting interesting. I arrived back in a grey infused London to get on with work that needs to be done for next week. "Very productive of you." Some might say. "That's commitment!" Others may bellow. Yet as I have done this I am aware that I am possibly the most stupid person on the planet. Yes in theory it all sounds jolly wonderful to be back in a place where I can put on my 'thinking' hat and create wonderful essays with the greatest of ease.
The reality is somewhat divorced from such a romantic notion. Instead I am lazily typing the odd word underneath the title, before quickly logging onto youtube to watch how far little Asian people will go for a family car or a life time supply of tinned octopus testicles. Things are not going to plan. And to make things worse I have a neighbour who hasn't gone home, even though I pray every night that he does. It must be because he's about as popular at home as he is in the flat. Anyway, whenever I get hungry which usually happens two or three times a day, I have to bravely sneak my way to my own kitchen and make something quickly and quietly. Otherwise I'll be caught in a web of boring convosation and the desire to stab myself in the eye with a fork just so I have an excuse to leave.
This is why I'm updating my wee blog. It's something fun and allows my fingers to move the quickest they have done for hours. Go fingers go! Bless 'em.
Whenever I get bored my brain seems to morph into 'life plan' mode. I start questioning things and planning my future. I set goals, ambitions and have even been known to draw up business plans for an idea that would hopefully make me millions. I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that I often need the added pressure of a deadline before I actually get up and do it. That's not to say I leave things till the last minute, but I can't do it weeks in advance otherwise I end up tweaking it so much I end up with a Shakespearean novel.
Also when loneliness hits me I tend to spend more time talking to people on MSN and facebook I really wouldn't otherwise bother with. I was talking to one person today and our only connection was that he worked with one of my friends in a fruit and veg shop three years ago. Somehow he interpreted this as a sign we should be blood brothers and talk till the cows come home. And what is so depressing is that I found myself being drawn into it only because I wanted to take my mind off HBO and avant garde film. I then snapped back to my regular mental state and told him I had to take a phone call before quickly deleting and blocking him so he can never darken my virtual door again.
Ok. Well, it's coming up to seven and I fear I may have to go on another stealthy mission to the kitchen. After which I have a date with iPlayer and 4OD. (Don't tell either of them, they'd just get jealous)
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