Karma police, arrest this man. He talks in maths. He buzzes like a fridge. He's like a detuned radio.

Just how unproductive can one person be?

I've had a crap day. This morning I spent two hours on the phone, in synch with trying to get onto websites, all in the aid of getting tickets to see The Killers. I was unsuccessful. This now means I am waiting to hear from a guy, who is a friend of a friend, to try and call in a favour. I wont know if anything will come to fruition until tomorrow evening.
Next up was checking my bank balance in the hope that not only would the cost of the tickets be there, but also I'd have enough to go and buy some things like paint and skirting board. I'm looking decidedly thin on the ground in the financial department. I know I've spent out a lot lately, what with the V Festival and all that, but I didn't quite realise the pending disaster.
Oh well.

With no chance of opening my wallet today, I resided to sit around and sulk for a good hour. Here I was with a whole day off....to myself, feeling lost.
I have loads to do. I mean loads. So where was my motivation? Where was my drive and enthusiasm? Where the hell did all this down time come from?

The result of the day off so far has included me washing up, washing through the bedclothes, breaking down some broken tree branches and burning a few CD's. I could have normally done all that in an hour, but no....No, today I seem to be on slo-motion mode.

Over the last few days I've grown a beard. Not a full faced hairy Grizzly Adams style beard, just a little one, fairly tidy and short. This wasn't done out of laziness, nor from me being bored. It was done because I knew we were getting a visit from one of the mega high Directors of the Company sometime this week. He hates beards. I know this because when he's met Saleguys with beards before, he's made no bones about the fact he hates them, usually by telling the guy right there and then. He's old school in his thoughts and methods and is convinced people don't like to talking to guys with beards.
When we know we're getting these visits, there's always the 'extra effort' to tidy up and make sure everything's in it's right place. It feels like we're awaiting a visit from Royalty or something. Then there's the extra visits from other bosses to make sure everything's good so they don't get embarrassed.
All this fuss. And for what? 20 minutes at best, most of which is spent in offices anyway.
Well the fucker turned up, but today! On my damn day off!
That's the beard going then.

In a moment of spontaneity, I've spoke to The Blagger and after I've had a nice, hot bath and got changed, I'm going over to his place. He's invited me for the evening and to stay over. Unfortunately Krusty is also gonna be there, so there's no point in me taking the lube then, huh.