Have been sleeping in till 8:30 or 9 ish of late, which leads to some confusion when my mobile phone rings because I initially fumble blearily to hit the snooze button on the alarm only to be faced with prospective employers wanting to make appointments.
Have been playing repetitive clicking computer games and knitting to pass the time, which I wish would pass faster between payment days, as all the money is spent within a couple of hours on bills and food and the rest is twiddling my fingers for a fortnight contemplating my boredom.
Only boring people are bored.
Fair enough - I have never claimed to be otherwise.
There are lots of things I could do, but ... phfft.
Probably I should try and stimpulate the little grey cells a little more. Perhaps I should try and re-write "The Slant" (a song by Glenn Richards) to be about a duck.
oh well. Interview at midday today. Pre-testing for another tomorrow.
Sort of interested in the one tomorrow. Is typing up court transcripts from recordings. Potentially interesting and possibly even horrific on occasions. Make one grateful for what one has.
The cats are still delighted by my daily company, as I am with theirs. I am less delighted with daytime television and my cheap crappy dvd player which has decided to cease working. Which is a pity cause it is also all I have to play cds on and have just re-found the Decemberists Crane Wife album which I have been looking for off and on for the past six months. I knew it was here somewhere.
I swear ... next regular paid work I get, I am getting a skip and ruthlessly decluttering myself. I want open floor space and cupboards, damnit! and one of those kitty play towers covered in carpet, and some mirrors around the place to remind me what I look like so that I will exercise a bit. One tiny little medicine cabinet mirror that I can only see into if I stand on the stairs does not provide sufficient motivation.
And the books - I can feel another purge on the way.