Today was another good day for doing nothing. Thing is I am beginning to fear if I am doing nothing too often. Sure after a long week of grafting I pretty much deserve to stay in bed all through the weekend if I want to, but even I am beginning to think that I am going to annoy myself if I don’t actually do something. And if I get annoyed and bored, then so will everyone else be annoyed and bored of me. Not that I actually give a crap about what people think of me anymore.
Yeah, sorry if I am not exactly one of those interesting types that have thousands of followers on twitter that hang on and retweet my every word. I wouldn’t want to be them anyway. Would you?
