Larking Around

Very very tired today, even although this is the first morning that I have had a car and get almost an extra hour in bed.

Plus, Im having a serious case of writers block and a bit of a crisis of confidence that nobody reads the journal entries apart from Jeanny, Schnappy, Lemmy, Kaybee and of course the Fraggle who celebrates his 365th entry today. Well done Mr Fraggle, I may have commited harry karry by then.

I say that Im having writers block, thats not entirely true, I can think of a million things that I could write about but they wouldnt be true. the fact is simply that nothing remotely interesting has happened today.

I drove the new lexus to work, worked, drove the new lexus home, larked about with the kids and sent the paperwork to the dvla to have my private plate transferred.

I was supposed to go to the gym on the way home, but my normal gym buddy Mark is away galavanting tonight, so I just plain old couldnt be bother.

So, nada, niksy, nothing, nowt today.

The only remotely exciting news that I have is that Dad and Eric are away at the log cabin in Callander for the weekend that we couldnt use and with a bit of luck neither of them will get lost in the wilderness or end up in the next blair witch project.

So, Im leaving you with a boredom blip. Feel the waves of de-motivation radiate off me like a bag of prawns left to go bad in the sun. In fact, thats too fishy an analogy.

Eh, Feel the waves of de-motivation radiate off me like a................... traffic warden on a wet weekend in bognor. I hate traffic wardens and I have never actually been to bognor, but I somehow imagine it to be far more miserable that anywhere I could think of in scotland.