***NB: THIS POST IS DULL DULL DULL - IF YOU ARE LOOKING TO KILL TIME BY DOING SOMETHING INTERESTING, I RECOMMEND YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE. IN HOMAGE TO MY OWN DULLNESS, THE REMAINING MESSAGE WILL TRANSMITTED IN MONOCHROME ***
I have a lot on my mind and none of it gives me any pleasure at all.
It defies logic that a girl not currently in the employ of 'the man' can be so consumed by any form of preoccupation (other than anxiety about her lack of job/fluidity, perhaps), let alone by several things that hold no interest for her. But here I am, concerned about a new mortgage that I do not have, anxious about a new business venture that I have not launched, and puzzled by a tax system that as yet has nothing to do with me. As for the hours sleep I am losing over a job I haven't started yet... it is beyond belief.
Surely all i should be concerned about is personal hygiene so that nobody notices me slowly rotting away in a semi-detached in Marrickville like mouse in an oven's electrics!
Screw it... i'm off to find out how the gang reveal Di's Uncle Monty to be an imposter in the second-hand Trixie Belden book I bought last week. Someone bring me some chips.
*** YOU WERE WARNED - I WAS JUST BORING MYSELF WITH MY MIDDLE CLASS PROBLEMS SO MUCH THAT I NEEDED AN OUTLET ***
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