What a bore of a day. How do I recognise it? When I find myself scanning breakingnews.ie for the entertainment news, then I know my life has descended into tedium.
I can't avoid it. Were I a better educated man, I'd have long since identified the part of my brain that cares - ever so slightly - that Rihanna has reunited with her estranged father. I'd locate that particular piece of matter and get it spliced out, replacing it with the will to go out and see and think and talk about higher matters entirely. Perhaps become acquainted with an art gallery or seven.
This, however, is my lot, this lethargy leading me to know that JLS are starring in their own 3D 'movie.' This knowledge that Frodo is going to star as Frodo again. This seeing of something about 'Deal Or No Deal' being fixed, except that it isn't.
I need a proper job, one that ìnvolves getting up of a morning and becoming a person just like other people. I'd hate it but it would keep me away from myself and give me things, proper things, to rail against.
I work, yes, but it's a three-day-a-week affair that's occasionally punctured by bouts of teaching, of pretending to know what the fuck I'm talking about, of deception. None too lucrative, either, is my life. I nearly had to call the receivers in last week before getting bailed out. For Indian chicken producers or your garden variety Arabian billionaire, read the nice woman at the Credit Union, saving me from fiscal extinction.
Yeah, a real job, like other people. My new mantra.
Fuck, I'll hate it. I'll hate any situation that won't let me chew my own knuckles off to the strains of Sky Sports News but at least I'll be able to afford that iPhone I've been jonesing after, and I'll stop writing blogs about ne'er a nothing at all.