Pointless rambling on a Friday afternoon

My french isn't what it used to be. "Bonjour", I would say sometimes to people who didn't understand me.

Many people don't understand me. Hell, I don't understand me on most occasions. But thats just the brilliance of life I guess, there is no explanation on why people are like they are, they just are.

I'm sitting at my dining table surrounding by notes and texts on subjects that I derive no enjoyment at all. My only emotional response is the fear that I feel that I have to know it enough to be able to fluff my way through the exam. Surely there should be more to that.

My skills in life, besides my ability to say hello in french to complete random strangers, appear to focus around studying and undertaking exams. Not much of a skill I grant you, but its a skill nonetheless. Its the trying to transpose this empty skill to a meaningful career that is alluding me at this moment of my life.

I would like to play piano. Or be able to write screenplays that people would pay to watch. Or be able to indeed juggle.

In any case, its a four o'clock on a Friday afternoon. I might get off my arse and go some vacuuming followed by a small jog then head into the city for dinner with my workmates. Then I've been told that there is football to watch on television, so I suppose that that would work.

Au revoir

Forty-nine

The little battery on the top right hand corner of my screen is red. Forty-seven minutes of life remaining, whether or not that changes as I type will be interesting.

Forty-nine now.

That just doesn't make sense.