Attack of the sleep bandits.
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Monday, Jul. 6th, 2009 | 11:50 pm
Listening To: Twenty Three - MC Lars
I'm shooting myself in the foot here, but I refuse to go to sleep just now. I want to procrastinate. It's just how I roll. Just means I get slightly less than 5 hours sleep tonight. I do this pretty regularly now because I'm an idiot, but you get used to it.
I started playing sport again which rocks. Yes I play gridiron. Yes I'm aware it's the girly-man's rugby but hell, I'm having a lot of fun. Its a fucking rush getting knocked on your arse then getting back up to fuck their shit up on the next play. My body is protesting mightily to the regular over-working it gets though. My hips are bitching constantly. Good shit I reckon.
My wireless internet has outlived its usefulness and I'm getting a land line. Cheaper, faster and much larger bandwidth so big thumbs up from me. Having my own place rocks the Casbah. Apart from having to feed myself. I can cook, the only thing stopping me is care factor... which is ridiculously low. I think i'm going to have to start buying frozen dinners just so I can get some vegetables. I really can't be fucked cooking stuff, especially on work nights when I just want to flop into a chair and snooze. Funny how it never pans out like that anyway. I'm a retard. An irresponsible one at that.
I was going to include my thoughts on misinterpreting social situations, as I have a relevant anecdote but its rather late and I have this hatred for analysis and introspection. Irony of ironies huh?
Fuck it, I'll shut up now. That was a nice way to waste 20 minutes though.
Methinks it be bedtime finally.
I started playing sport again which rocks. Yes I play gridiron. Yes I'm aware it's the girly-man's rugby but hell, I'm having a lot of fun. Its a fucking rush getting knocked on your arse then getting back up to fuck their shit up on the next play. My body is protesting mightily to the regular over-working it gets though. My hips are bitching constantly. Good shit I reckon.
My wireless internet has outlived its usefulness and I'm getting a land line. Cheaper, faster and much larger bandwidth so big thumbs up from me. Having my own place rocks the Casbah. Apart from having to feed myself. I can cook, the only thing stopping me is care factor... which is ridiculously low. I think i'm going to have to start buying frozen dinners just so I can get some vegetables. I really can't be fucked cooking stuff, especially on work nights when I just want to flop into a chair and snooze. Funny how it never pans out like that anyway. I'm a retard. An irresponsible one at that.
I was going to include my thoughts on misinterpreting social situations, as I have a relevant anecdote but its rather late and I have this hatred for analysis and introspection. Irony of ironies huh?
Fuck it, I'll shut up now. That was a nice way to waste 20 minutes though.
Methinks it be bedtime finally.
