A Waste Of Time
I'm now almost at the end of the most pointless weekend of my entire life. I had made all sorts of grandiose statements about focus and moving forward on Thursday and it has all come to nothing. To illustrate I will divide my intentions and outcomes into two columns.
1. Write something for publication.
2. Tidy house
3. Spend the day outdoors getting some fresh air and exercise.
4. Cheer myself up
1. A couple of below par blog entries
2. An even worse mess than before.
3. Lay in bed most of the day.
4. Started reading a book about Iraq.
I could go on but what would be the point. On the plus side I did adopt a virtual pet called Salome today. You can visit her here. Where has it all gone wrong? I appear to have become addicted to acting against my own best interests. I should be sitting here with two fine bits of writing, a tidy house, dyed hair, pierced ears and a camera full of pictures. Instead I look like one of The Twits and have spent most of my weekend in bed.
Does anyone else ever get like this and if so how do they get back to normal?I'm only thirty but I feel about ninety which seems a waste if nothing else. I blame the hole in my living room ceiling and the damp for all of this, that's when 'the slump' started. Some of you may remember that I blogged about this catastrophe some time ago. Well it's still not fixed though I have paid £180 for the repairs. Even my MSP has given up on trying to make Spiers Parnie behave like human beings and they've taken to ignoring me. I can't even be bothered getting angry about it anymore. I'm just accepting it as fact that I am being forced to pay upwards of £30 a month to these clowns to take care of the communal areas of the tenement in return for which I have been left with a hole in my living room ceiling since September last year and a controlled entry system that doesn't work.
Still on a happier note my parents for the first time in living memory have stated that they are 'worried' about me and have kindly agreed to let me go on holiday with them later in the year all expenses paid. It's a very kind, well intentioned gesture and I really don't want to seem ungrateful. It just that I'm not sure the planned day trip to Auschwitz is the thing to lift my mood.