A Drowzee reacts to news of my birthday

12 Oct: just found this diary again! Hair v.clean.
 
Sooo... loyal subscribers will doubtless recall my March 11th entry when I announced that on reflection, 22 years was quite a long time to stick with a career which usually made me miserable, and I was going to take a break. (Suggestions that I also considered buying a Ferrari or a leather jacket or a motorbike are OUTRAGEOUS).

Seven months on, and I must shamefacedly report that I am still jobless and not even looking right now. It’s hard to say this without sounding feckless (at best), and a total dick (at worse), but I’m loving being idle. In my defence, I don’t have any dependents, am single, and have saved a lot of money over the years. I suppose there’ll be a point where I’ll need to return to employment before the vague suspicion that the gap on my CV could be a period of imprisonment is replaced by a near certainty of it, but I’m not quite there yet.

I’ve never been fitter (a bit of swimming, but mainly walking playing an augmented reality game aimed at small children for no particular reason); I’ve never read more, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.


Finding content for my Blipfoto journal eats up lots of time, too, obviously, but never fear: I’ll see you back here again in five years’ time.