And Then I Did This

I notice I've been slacking lately, but it's only because this whole "blogging-every-day" biz is actually rather dull. Instead, I've been filling the time between coming back to this page to make words appear at it by doing a multitude of other things, and while I normally hate the idea of people's personal blogs going along the lines of "today I did this, and then I did this, and then I did this, and then I did this, and then... " read in the voice of a self-important five-year-old, and vowed that this 'ere humble space would not end up like that, right now I'm more in the mindset of "screw morals, I've got space to fill!"

So, just for you, here's what's caused me to slack in days of recent, but to make it less boring and hopefully less self-important, I'll do it in rhythmic list form:

I went home, stayed alone,
spent a morning on the throne,
almost deaf, my ear hiss
had to come and update this,
waited for train in freezing cold,
entertained a one-year-old,
stole some rice, it was nice,
ordered water without ice,
walked in rain with holey shoes,
had a wee bit too much booze,
took some pics, walked on bricks,
Adam & Joe on Radio 6,
stressed for lack of Internet,
people in car park I never met,
learned about investment banking,
eating,
drinking,
sleeping,
w...ell, that's about it.

According to word count, I'm stick slacking so I guess I still have a way to go before I'm cured of my hatred for this idea. Eight down, twenty-two left. Then I can write at my own pace, which is essentially "when I frickin' feel like it".