The Importance of Being Idle

Mystery Shopping Trip; Wreckage

My normal Thursday grocery trip ended up being something of a magical mystery tour yesterday. For reasons which escape me (probably related to my anti-Tesco rant earlier in the week) I just didn't want to shop in Tesco, so I ended up gettin in the car and just driving in a random direction. This wasn't an especially smart move, but it was also fun cos I haven't really driven very much (if at all) since I became unemployed, so it was nice to get out on the open road and put the hammer down (not that 'putting the hammer down' has all that much effect in my car, its very very old...). I ended up in this funky little discount store in Wellingborough where everything was 99p! That was fun, and its amazing how much you can spend on things you don't really want or need when the price is right.
My DK Jungle Beat skills are improving, so that took up another couple hours, then it was time to chat online and get drunk! Note that I skillfully avoided the brandy last night, so I didn't feel at all crappy yesterday, although I am a little the worse for wear this morning, although that is only to be expected.
Today is looking like being another pointless stretch of time that is begging to be wasted. Its funny, cos when I was working (in a job I was growing to hate more and more on an almost hourly basis) I relished the thought of not having to go into work. Now that I don't have to go into work I see how much the work defined me. I've nothing that particularly needs doing, no reason to go anywhere, no-one to see or interact with. Also its pissing down with rain, so going on a long pointless walk (which actually would have the point of being good exercise) is ruled out due to not wanting to get wet. Getting back on topic though, yeah, the work defined me and my days pretty well, which is what makes me want to do something better, more worthwhile this time round, in order to become a better and more worthwhile person...
I just started reading Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, and even though I've only read fifty pages or so, I unhesitatingly recommend it to everyone. Don't ask me what its about, cos I'm not gonna tell you, just go out and buy it, then devour it with enthusiasm. Or maybe you could just read it, whichever seems best to you.

posted by BadMonkey @ 9:28 AM