The Next Big Thing

On a Friday afternoon, it seems like there’s all the time in the world. Then some blighter hits the speed forward button and then you find yourself at Monday again. And if you were to react to that, and book a holiday then you’d soon run out of yer allocation so all of this leaves me in a quandary pretty much every Sunday evening around 5pm. It matters not the time zone that I’m in. The inevitability is all-consuming. My good behaviour stamps must count for something? I’d like to hope they outweigh the bad anyway. Two weeks today until Moon Duo, wonder if I should book a day off.

It also just occurred to me that it’s time to renew the car insurance. If public transport ever stepped up to the plate then this wouldn’t be necessary but sadly that’s unlikely EVER to happen in my lifetime. Wasting time with this shit really irks me because of the smoke and mirrors, number one on the necessary evil chart every year about this time.

In addition to many other faculties that seem to be in decline, I’m wondering if narcolepsy is another that I can add to the list. CRS seems to be the major ailment though, to the point that it kind of disturbs me. One minute I can be sitting quite the thing and then I seem to enter full shutdown mode with no real means of re-boot other than the trauma of effort.

Anybody else notice that Google news could be doing with a typo checker this last wee while? My memory and whatever might be shot but for some reason I always seem to be able to pick up on all that. It’s easily done when you’re tapping away but in terms of an organisation like that, it’s plain shabby.

Where am I by the way? Feels like some kinda pickled brain soup.