The Importance of Being Idle

Choose Your Own Adventure

And with that the three days of excruciatingly early starts were finished. Just as well really, I'm currently only kept alive (well, concious) by the consumption of heroic quantities of coke (the fizzy kind) and even that has it's limits (in fact it'll be finding it's limits in precisely one more can, when I run out). That said, the actual work itself isn't that bad, and usually by about half nine you find you've pretty much broken the back of it and done most of the work. The bit you have left from then seems to take forever though; it might only be half a dozen drops but they're spread out and you have to wait for people (usually about twenty minutes at Tesco, they fill me with murderous rage). I've no idea what I'm up to tomorrow, but I suspect it will involve driving a van about and possibly delivering something. Sadly I suspect it'll also involve going back to bloody King's Lynn for the afternoon, but nothing's perfect.
Somewhat randomly, whilst driving home I noticed that the skin on my drivers arm (ie the one that goes out the window and has the tan) is looking, well, old. I suppose it's the sun and the fact that I haven't moisturised it. Can't say I was happy about that, but I suppose I'm gonna notice these little signs of wear and tear from now on, can't even pretend I'm young anymore. And yes I probably should've been looking at the road rather than my arm, but there we go.
Right, well I think I'm gonna play a little Guitar Hero to avoid any actual thinking, and then do the washing up. Or maybe the other way round. No, bugger that, a little Guitar Hero first, I've earned it.

posted by BadMonkey @ 2:59 PM