Monday
My jovial face hides the nature of my thoughts lately: that my current comfort with being on the dole, and living week to week and never really achieving anything is a cycle of just marking time. I finished my my pliot today, and I'm sending it off within the next 10...
Sunday
Nothing like a weekend at home to make you appreciate a recliner, a movie and a tiny can of beer. Don't know why Eamon bought those...
Saturday
You've met the child woman before, it was her 12th birthday during the week. I got her The Knife Of Never Letting Go. It's a captivating book, you really should go buy it.
Friday
This shirt is like a brother to me. No... a house coat to me.
Thursday
Wednesday
I like this shirt. It's warm as hell. And even though it's summer, we get our cold days.
Tuesday
Eh? Nice and clean cut. And no longer itchy.
Monday
I really, really need a shave.
Sunday
Relaxing. You should all do this once a week. Being unemployed, I relax a lot, but if there's anyone left out there working, then take a day and evaluate. Reflect, relax.
Apparently my 222nd post
Once more partying has occurred, however we've gone back into the stone age and all the pictures taken of the night were on a disposable film camera. I'll get those whenever I can.
Friday
Sin's birthday tomorrow, so we're off to the pub to celebrate tonight. Got her a humdinger of a present.
Thursday
Heed my words: Steer clear of the Jagermeister.