At the point where I know I should be getting ready for bed but yet finding other things to do instead.
The dishes in the kitchen aren't going to wash themselves. If they did that would be quite confusing for me.
Not finding enough hours in the day. Also not finding my shorts when I want to ride home means I have to borrow other people's.
And now that I think about it, that was quite wrong.
So what to do?
Simple really; I'll just get off this couch and get into that kitchen. Clean up. Brush teeth. Wash face. Go to bed.
And then I'll do it all again.
Got new ski pants last week, for no reason besides the fact that they were bright orange. Also something to do with a good waterproofing number and there was a sale sticker on the price tag.
God I'm a slave to the consumer market.
Need to hit the gym more regularly than I am currently (i.e. start going again).
Band of Horses is a really confusing band name but very good music. And Feist. Feist is also good. But my current work playlist is alternating between the Wombats and Indigo Jam Unit.
Nothing like some jazz to get you into the mood of doing tax returns.
And those dishes haven't washed themselves yet. Its a test of wills and I think I'm going to have to admit my defeat to the inanimate objects.
Also beginning to realise that as no-one is actually reading this, I'm just writing for myself.
Feels good.
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