friday night,YES!

Just one more shift,
and then,
as an old tutor used to say,
"le weekend".

it's funny,
i'm looking forward to time off work,
and when it gets here,
i shall be bored witles within a few days.

looks as though i shall be needing my rubber gear tonight.
gonna be a wet one.

if only i had passion,
as in passionately wanting.
i lack drive,
because i have nothing to strive for.

every tomorrow,
is just another day.
a shift worked,
and another one to do,
always,
just,
another one.

a few hours sleep.
pay another bill.
keep out of trouble.
get through life as anonymously as possible.
hoping that nobody notices me,
let alone recognise,
or speak.

but never mind all that,
right now,
i seem to be on an even keel.

so fuck 'em all.

why do people suck their thumbs?
there was this teenage girl,
well,
young woman i suppose.
on the bus coming home.
jesus!

things getting really bad here,
with lardthing's constant clicking.
can't bear to be in the living room with him.
and i'm shutting the middle door to the kitchen to avoid being within earshot.
yes you have to "click",
with any pc,
but with him it's;
click,,click,,click'click'click,,click'click,,click'click'click,,click,click.
and there isn't a break.
it just never stops.
wtf is he doing on that thing?

i got a new light bulb for the bunker,
and i can't believe how bright it is.
bugger those eco low energy things.
this'll do for me.


happy days.