Is it worth the wonderful feeling you have when you realise it's Friday, only for the plunge into despair when it dawns that it is, actually, only Thursday?
Discuss.
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Thursday, October 20, 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Reprise
An addendum to my previous post; fear not, the wonderful Friday (pictured left, with First-Mate Fetch) is not being neglected as a result of my new-found virtual cannine addiction. In fact, he has been spoiled rotten, having been given some Pirate Plasters by The Girlfriend.
Communication ends
Communication ends
Nice puppies
Despite my promise that I was up and lively and raring to go, I actually have nothing to write about. However, this is entirely my fault, for I - like many other people - have become hopelessly addicted.
Of course, as is the wont of an addict, I am blaming someone else: The Girlfriend. If she had let me have a real puppy, I wouldn't have had to buy (and therefore become addicted to) a substitute. I could go on and on about the amazing realism and depth, but it's all been said before. And anyway, sitting here typing is wasting valuable time that I could be using teaching my puppy how to catch a frisbee or something.
So, I can only suggest, if you have a spare £100 (including the console, which I also recommend), that you purchase it. You will love it, even if you are a 30ish 6'3 booze-and-sport-loving bloke, like me.
Of course, as is the wont of an addict, I am blaming someone else: The Girlfriend. If she had let me have a real puppy, I wouldn't have had to buy (and therefore become addicted to) a substitute. I could go on and on about the amazing realism and depth, but it's all been said before. And anyway, sitting here typing is wasting valuable time that I could be using teaching my puppy how to catch a frisbee or something.
So, I can only suggest, if you have a spare £100 (including the console, which I also recommend), that you purchase it. You will love it, even if you are a 30ish 6'3 booze-and-sport-loving bloke, like me.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Looking old; feeling older
Hoorah: welcome to my triumphant return to the land of blog. I've been gone a while, lost in the nightmare that is Long Hours and Permanent Tiredness. And it's not about to end soon. And I'm getting more and more lines.
To be fair, I'm feeling a lot perkier, and I keep thinking of things to write. It's just that (i) I can't write anything at work, (ii) I have the magnificent ideas on my way home from work, which is now such a slog that I've forgotten by the time I get home and (iii) I just want to slump when I do get in.
Still, I'm playing football twice a week, making sure that I see my friends more, dragging myself out of the flat at the weekend (may I recommend this to those of you with children to entertain/shock) and generally Doing More (albeit not a lot more).
So I'm going to get writing more, to entertain all my faithful followers who have been starved of the word of Your Lord. Until then, worship me (etc.)
To be fair, I'm feeling a lot perkier, and I keep thinking of things to write. It's just that (i) I can't write anything at work, (ii) I have the magnificent ideas on my way home from work, which is now such a slog that I've forgotten by the time I get home and (iii) I just want to slump when I do get in.
Still, I'm playing football twice a week, making sure that I see my friends more, dragging myself out of the flat at the weekend (may I recommend this to those of you with children to entertain/shock) and generally Doing More (albeit not a lot more).
So I'm going to get writing more, to entertain all my faithful followers who have been starved of the word of Your Lord. Until then, worship me (etc.)
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