17:25 BST
IT Lab, Bute
Cardiff, UK
Nothing written over the weekend. Does not mean it was unworthy of being written about. Too much fun and laziness. Also, no internet at home for a while, which is why this post comes at this hour.
Up at 6:30am (!) Walk to Maindy Pool in the glorious sun-and-chill. Love waking up early. Terrible laps - slow, sluggish but slightly better stamina. Seriously considering becoming a member. Swimming clears the head. Makes me cheerful about life, for ten minutes longer than usual. Will give it another week. Glorious walk back home. Turned on radio. Surprisingly good music (they were playing Stereophonics instead of the usual One Direction crap!). Got dressed. Saw an episode of Frasier while eating brekkie. Love Frasier. Martin Crane favourite character. Line of the day:
You kill me, you know. You get exactly what you want and you're still not happy. Frasier, life is not hard: you make it hard. You don't just let things happen and enjoy it, you gotta analyze everything to death. You could learn a big lesson from this dog here.
[Gestures to Eddie rolling on the floor] You know what makes him happy? A sock!
Walked to Bute. Sat at computer to work and did nothing productive. The usual facebooking chatting unproductive nonsensical jazz. Seriously considering deactivating Facebook. Too much addiction. I haveused 'seriously considering' twice so far. Suicide. Browsed at the journalism modules of the year, noted names of books. How funk life would be if only it could be...
No payday from Japanese restaurant today. Boss a bit miffed at self. This self, the writer of this blog self. Yours truly self. Meeting him tonight at 9pm. Nervous about miffing him more. Oh well, what's gotta be done gotta be done. Now, takes leave. Till we meet again, tomorrow. Khuda Hafiz, wanker reader.
IT Lab, Bute
Cardiff, UK
Nothing written over the weekend. Does not mean it was unworthy of being written about. Too much fun and laziness. Also, no internet at home for a while, which is why this post comes at this hour.
Up at 6:30am (!) Walk to Maindy Pool in the glorious sun-and-chill. Love waking up early. Terrible laps - slow, sluggish but slightly better stamina. Seriously considering becoming a member. Swimming clears the head. Makes me cheerful about life, for ten minutes longer than usual. Will give it another week. Glorious walk back home. Turned on radio. Surprisingly good music (they were playing Stereophonics instead of the usual One Direction crap!). Got dressed. Saw an episode of Frasier while eating brekkie. Love Frasier. Martin Crane favourite character. Line of the day:
You kill me, you know. You get exactly what you want and you're still not happy. Frasier, life is not hard: you make it hard. You don't just let things happen and enjoy it, you gotta analyze everything to death. You could learn a big lesson from this dog here.
[Gestures to Eddie rolling on the floor] You know what makes him happy? A sock!
Walked to Bute. Sat at computer to work and did nothing productive. The usual facebooking chatting unproductive nonsensical jazz. Seriously considering deactivating Facebook. Too much addiction. I haveused 'seriously considering' twice so far. Suicide. Browsed at the journalism modules of the year, noted names of books. How funk life would be if only it could be...
No payday from Japanese restaurant today. Boss a bit miffed at self. This self, the writer of this blog self. Yours truly self. Meeting him tonight at 9pm. Nervous about miffing him more. Oh well, what's gotta be done gotta be done. Now, takes leave. Till we meet again, tomorrow. Khuda Hafiz, wanker reader.
