Today I feel not too bad. I was anticipating that last nights drinking shenanigans would leave me in a pretty dreadful place this morning, but here I am. Happy as, well not quite Larry, maybe his rasperried-up half brother. But nonetheless, I'm ok.
I suspect that yesterdays shite feelings were more to do with the fact I was going to a customer site where I would be torn limb from limb. That's the verdict based on this mornings current mood level anyhoo.
Friday's are always kind of interesting in the office. No cunt comes in. People are always "working from home"...pfft... fuckin cunts. But it's good. I like it. I get more done without the general fuckin' rabbiting about Big Brother, X Factor or some other mind numbing reality TV shite. Plus generally all the decent burds are in. (I write this just as one walked past me. I would suggest that she might well be No. 1 within the company although this has been disputed with other colleagues on many occassions.)
Although, I hate being in this position where it's Friday and I have no plans for the weekend. Even if the plan is simply to do nothing, I'd rather it was in place. Otherwise I'll piss around doing nothing tonight, then I'll wake up late tomorrow and before you know it, it's late on Saturday night. Then you go to bed and wake up for the Simpsons on channel 4, and just like that(you'll have to imagine me doing the wee thing that Kevin Spacey does in the Usual Suspects when he's talking about Keyser Söze disappearing) the weekend has gone.
Anyway, it would appear that it's a bit more difficult to write shit when I'm not experiencing this Teen-Angst business that I should have grown out of years ago.
Maybe it's a good thing.
Maybe I'm getting better.
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