The lazy Sunday has been so lazy that my bones hurt from inactivity. Ah this is life.....of a lazy fucker that is. I watched a film early this morning, followed by a film, a read and a film plus a film.
One more film and I'm at 100 this year. The last half of today has brought up thoughts of 'what is everybody else doing' but one look at Facebook is enough to tell me that they are pissing their life away with shit too, so all is good.
I finished reading my first Jack Reacher novel this afternoon. It wasn't as enjoyable as Harlan Coben books. I've dined on half a packet of caramel chocolate biscuits and another half a packet of chocolate hob nobs. So I consider that I haven't eaten a whole packet of biscuits with the defence that they both have the other halves still in the cupboard!
The quietness of the room I'm in is something I adore. As much as I think about female company here and there as some kind of fantasy where the girl thinks I'm the most interesting person they've ever met (just like in a Woody Allen movie), I shudder at the real prospect of having my free time taken away. Especially if it leads to the usual spirit sapping judgements which females bestow upon me. You can keep your breasts ad other lumpy bits......I can live without them.
Ps...I'm not bored.
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