![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
(no subject)
I keep going to look at terrifying pictures, but my brain can only handle about 5 in a row before it shuts down from the horror. In particular, the latest one of a man shot in the head at close range, and a slightly older one of a deformed baby born of two drug abusers, were the worst. Hence, don't click that link if you're of a sensitive nature...
Today was boring, really. Had very little to do. We called someone out to fix the printer after the man on the phone tried all possibilities, only to have the service bloke turn it off and on and have it work. Which was embarrassing, and annoying, since I'd been doing that all morning to no avail. Stupid machine.
Went to town to get a bus pass and got some chenile black-and-grey-stripey gloves for £2.00, which was nice. I think I manged about 8 hours today. 8.15 to 5.20 or thereabouts, minus the 50 minutes I was out getting said bus pass and gloves. I neeeeed to gain flex, dammit.
I'm really quite tired, so I'll play random online games for a bit and then probably slob in front of a DVD or something...
Oh, and this is what I was going to write about, as remembered on the bus: it's probably a bad thing that Catatonia's "Apathy Revolution" is my constant anthem...
Apathy Revolution
The months don't matter,
They're laughing at you,
And I'll stay in bed if I want to.
Well is it Monday?
Let it be Sunday
I think a diary would help, don't you?
The morning, the menu, the menial grime
I wish I could care but I don't have the time
'Cos I'm leading the apathy revolution
And my stamp sized shopping list will have to wait
Come and join me in my apathy revolution
Don't forget your shoes and don't be late
I like the late bus
I'm lacking focus
And I'll drive you to distraction
Is revolution
Your one solution
To drive me into false action?
My phone bill, my finance, my fridge is a mess
I should sort it out but I couldn't care less
Revolution (x8)
'Cos I'm leading the apathy revolution
And my stamp sized shopping list will have to wait
Come and join me in my apathy revolution
Don't forget your shoes and don't be late
[over the repetition of 'Revolution', the boys are muttering about something. I can definitely hear "What, like John Travolta?". The mind boggles.]
Today was boring, really. Had very little to do. We called someone out to fix the printer after the man on the phone tried all possibilities, only to have the service bloke turn it off and on and have it work. Which was embarrassing, and annoying, since I'd been doing that all morning to no avail. Stupid machine.
Went to town to get a bus pass and got some chenile black-and-grey-stripey gloves for £2.00, which was nice. I think I manged about 8 hours today. 8.15 to 5.20 or thereabouts, minus the 50 minutes I was out getting said bus pass and gloves. I neeeeed to gain flex, dammit.
I'm really quite tired, so I'll play random online games for a bit and then probably slob in front of a DVD or something...
Oh, and this is what I was going to write about, as remembered on the bus: it's probably a bad thing that Catatonia's "Apathy Revolution" is my constant anthem...
Apathy Revolution
The months don't matter,
They're laughing at you,
And I'll stay in bed if I want to.
Well is it Monday?
Let it be Sunday
I think a diary would help, don't you?
The morning, the menu, the menial grime
I wish I could care but I don't have the time
'Cos I'm leading the apathy revolution
And my stamp sized shopping list will have to wait
Come and join me in my apathy revolution
Don't forget your shoes and don't be late
I like the late bus
I'm lacking focus
And I'll drive you to distraction
Is revolution
Your one solution
To drive me into false action?
My phone bill, my finance, my fridge is a mess
I should sort it out but I couldn't care less
Revolution (x8)
'Cos I'm leading the apathy revolution
And my stamp sized shopping list will have to wait
Come and join me in my apathy revolution
Don't forget your shoes and don't be late
[over the repetition of 'Revolution', the boys are muttering about something. I can definitely hear "What, like John Travolta?". The mind boggles.]
no subject
no subject