It has been a while, for which I apologise. They say blogging is a skill, it is. It’s the skill of the good writer, being able to write constantly, at will, and regularly. Though I can certainly do two of those, the third presents some real difficulties. However I amaze myself at the speed at which I can actually write, which even now is approximately one ~12 line per six seconds or so. Of course, there’s the stopping, editing, clipping of rubbish bits too which must be done. Post processing.
No real need to wonder on that fact, save that on Monday I’ve got a job interview for a job as a typist, not a career I’d be willing to take up professionally, but for £8 an hour I will certainly give it a go.
Recently I’ve been very busy getting on with work, university work, and getting it done too. I handed in a slightly dodgy essay on Thursday. Nothing too wrong with it, just I don’t think I argued my point properly. I’ve also been recorded for tv and radio recently too. A DMU TV advert (I’m in the background somewhere) and various small parts in a radio script (not yet broadcast, but as soon as I can link to it I will).
Yesterday was an amazing day in many senses. Admittedly I drank about four cans of relentless over the day, but I left the house about four separate times, each time walking at least a mile. The sun was out, I put on some bright colours, got a haircut, went job searching AND went out with my mates and blew a shit load of cash on booze. I didn’t get paralytic, I paced myself, I got a
Now I expect you’re just waiting for the “but” or “until”, well there isn’t one. It was a generally excellent day yesterday. Today will be less so, and I am a little hung over, but I guess there are two prices for every drink, and about 12 double vodka and cokes don’t buy themselves do they?
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