Got two batteries for my camera, a 32GB memory card and a rucksack full o’ gear! ONWARD.
Jesus christ, i fear disorganisation will claim and ruin my life. The cruel mistress who allows me to sleep late, forget appointments, eat lunch at midnight and breakfast till the late afternoon has me well in her tender embrace, my curtains rarely part.
I am seriously worried for myself: I know, do you not think I know? I’m aware that the philosophic apathy the world often inspires in me is damnable lethargy. If i could only wake up in the mornings and sleep at night everything might work as it’s supposed to. Alas. Blame can be laid, but I rather hate being blamed. I’ll use what little I’ve learnt from Freud and employ transference. Displace the fault to my duvet, for being too comfortable, time, for wasting away, sleep and alcohol too enjoyable and shielding, food, for taking so long to cook and eat, and last but most certainly not least the internet, for containing all a person might need to be entertained for eternity, or at very least until death is tagged in by a flagging spirit. Damn and blast you television, movies, music, literature, blogs, social networks, porn, art, comic books, trivia, photography and sudoku.
At least watching Jeeves and Wooster expands my vocabulary.