Armageddon Days

Had a wasted weekend this week. Again.

I started the week in a positive state of mind, begging for donations for Movember and whatnot, then around Wednesday it started to go downhill.

I spent most of this weekend in bed asleep, or simply just walking around the back streets of central London.

I could have gone out for drinks with colleagues after work on Friday but my heart wasn’t really in it, and I was at home in bed by 8pm. Saturday was even worse; in bed by 7pm! The annoying thing is, that I had something planned for Saturday night, but I totally forgot about it. And I never forget things ever. I’d even bought new jeans for the occasion on Thursday evening, but then when Friday came I switched off my phone and forgot about literally everything.

I only remembered on Sunday evening when I switched on my phone and saw a text. Felt like a complete and utter bastard.

I remember when I was 20 I went through a period of about 3 months when I felt like this – very dark times – worrying about money, work, relationships, life etcetera. Maybe these things come in cycles every 10 years, or simply when the last digit in your age rolls back to a zero again.

I keep thinking about the lyrics to that Pink Floyd song, Time:

And then one day you find, 10 years have got behind you

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

I’m not sure how I got over it before (and became the cheery person that I am today), I think I just woke up one morning and my mood had changed. I’m sure that will happen again this time soon enough.

I’m meant to be going out next weekend to a Halloween party at a club, but I’m not sure if I will yet.

Maybe I just need a decent hobby.

To end on a happier note, here’s something that made me smile this weekend: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oc-P8oDuS0Q

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