sheldrake

I am sitting here doing nothing. I can't even be bothered to eat anything. I know I'm tired, but this is ridiculous. Actually, I'm very tired. I cancelled my driving lesson. I was so tired at work I did everything very badly. But I must go and forage.

Tell me something fun, I beseech you, for when I come back from foraging.

Dear friends list:

1. I have a slight stomach ache, probably due to eating two three-course meals yesterday. I have a driving lesson in about half an hour, and my Christmas shopping isn't quite as finished as I thought it was. I may have the beginnings of a cold, although this is so far inconclusive. I am also feeling kind of ... fat. And my bedroom needs cleaning. Bearing all this in mind, and the fact that I don't really feel like it, should I go out dancing tonight?

2. Do you think I should try salsa dancing in January? I'm not sure it's really me, but my mother once told me I should say yes to everything, and think about it later.

I think I should fast today. Perhaps consume nothing but hot water with lemon.

I was feeling a bit sad about not being involved in yuletide this year. But as deadline loomed and my friends list grew more hysterical, I realised: hey - I get to read all the stories and not have to tear any of my hair out!

The radio is on and I can't hear what I'm typing in my head, so if it doesn't make sense, that's why.

Well hey there, it's ... me. Yes, it is.

I keep wanting to write things in here. And then... I don't. So now... I am. But I haven't thought of anything to say yet. See. Yeah.

So here are some things I haven't thought about:

Christmas. I, well to be honest I haven't really put much effort into it this year. I can't really be arsed. Love you all and everything, but yeah.

I don't have to go to work tomorrow! That is so cool I could eat my own hand.

I don't know how anyone expects me to drive an actual car without someone sitting next to me telling me what to do. As long as I can have a permanent instructor, I'll be fine.

Work Christmas meal today. God it was dull. But the mushroom bruschetta was nice. I'm sure I spelt that wrong.

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Today at work I inadvertantly turned into Rodney McKay whilst doing Last Minute Panic Website Updating. I was saying stuf like, "Look, just open it up and resize it and save it as -- no, no wait -- never mind, I'll do it myself!" It's not as fun when it's not on the telly.

Ummmm...

I am reading John Masefield's The Box of Delights, because it's Christmas, and that way I can get the Christmassy glow without having to do anything strenuous like bake mince pies.

I see some people have done posts where they talk about everything they've written this year. Heh. *hollow laughter*

This is just boring. I shall stop here.