I’ve been incredibly lazy lately with the old blogging. Sue me. I can’t say why, because I don’t know why. I’ve been feeling quite…listless since my Marseille trip. And now I’m on my period I have all the energy of a demented slug. Speaking of which, it looks like the gap between me finishing my next period in January and The Frenchman coming to London will be very small indeed. And if there is an overlap you can be sure I’ll probably go and kill someone with frustration.
I’m feeling very bored with a lot of things at the moment. My job. My writing. Its deadly quiet at work which usually means I could spend all day writing but I’m looking at the screen thinking ‘I really can’t be arsed. At all’ I’m fantasizing about a different job, though I don’t know what doing. I’m even bored with my music and that is unheard of. I want something, but I don’t know what. A good rogering most likely.