So, it's another day gone. I think I should start a new blog called 100 Reasons to be Miserable (another good excuse to be dead). Not really doing anything makes me lose all focus, I can't centre on anything and I can't keep my attention on anything, so I feel completely unproductive...
Possibly because you are arsehole.
Yeah, but, at least I do have a job, I just have to wait for the paperwork, so it shouldn't be too long - after Christmas I'll be doing some graft...
What? Where you don't even get paid for the first four months, gee that will seem worth it. Not only that, if you even manage to stay engaged with it you'll probably be too tired to do any work that you enjoy or want to do, so again, you'll be unproductive. What a waste of time.
Fuck Off.
You have an excuse for everything, you can't just swear at me and hope I'll go away. I'm not a pathetic man. I'm not.
You're not, you're a bastard, leave me alone. I can do nothing if I want. I can do whatever I want.
Be the dole-monkey you deserve to be. Get up at 4 in the afternoon and then stay up into the early hours of the morning doing nothing at all, go to bed, wake up, go back to sleep. Eat in bed. Live in bed. die.
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