Saturday, August 04, 2007

Saturday

It's gorgeous out. I surfaced from the pit around 12pm having had my weekend lie-in, and I'm not hungover. This is all good.

But now I'm at a loss as to what to do. I don't want to go to Tescos and by a small hillock of crap food as I normally do, for health and financial reasons. I could go for a bike ride, but that seems exhausting. Cycling for me has become all about commuting to work and the thought of Cycling for Fun just seems odd.

Large Northern Flatmate is nowhere to be found, and I'm straining for things to do. I had a quick scan of job sites but instantly felt overwhelmed by feelings of apathy and boredom.

I can't spend money as I'm skint - Spain demolished my wallet and I want to do something free and interesting.

What the hell do you lot do?

11 comments:

la fille mariƩe said...

Is it not obvious what we do? We come read you.

bittersweet me said...

La fille, so true!

... and clean windows. today i am cleaning windows instead of baking, as it is too hot. It is all about mis-placed sexual frustrations (and the only time i do housework).

might i suggest a book?

elif said...

i had a big hangover day. slept - woke up- slept - woke up- had pizza. when i don't have money, i invite some friends over. we watch dvds and talk and stuff. i suggest you do that. they even bring stuff like drinks and all :)

Luka said...

I make fetching garments out of tin foil and cause unrest.

having my cake said...

Im a mother - I do laundry and tidy rooms. Today I shall be overseeing the teen as she rearranges her room prior to the arrival of a double bed... I'll just rewrite that sentence: Today I shall be kneedeep in dirty laundry and old sweet wrappers as I try to lead from the front in the quest to find the carpet and then move furniture to allow the teen to have room for the double bed she's been on about. She will lie on the bed whinging that I moan at her about tidyness all the time. There will be harsh words and irritation before I end up back on here escaping into anybody else's life but my own...

Having spent a wonderful 5 days escaping into Harry Potter, I think a book would be a nice idea.

Angela-la-la said...

We sit around waiting for you to write something, obviously.

Ruthan said...

Shoreditch Festival?

fwengebola said...

LFM ~ Oh dear. As long as it makes you happy, then.
BM ~ No sex makes you clean? That's interesting. You can suggest a book, but I had nowhere nice and sunny outside to read one.
Apart from the nearby park. Oh.
elif ~ My friends don't do things like proffer free drinks. Damn them. But that's a good idea.
Luka ~ You're not President of the United States, are you?
HMC ~ Having to tidy up for a teen does give me some perspective, thank you. And double beds rock (In the 'good' sense). I can't sleep in singles any more. Ironic, really.
Ang ~ Oh christ, I hope not.
Ruthan ~ Welcome. And Shoreditch has a festival?

G said...

You could try running a theatre company, take care of a two year old, try to look like something resembling a woman by plucking, waxing, shaving, make-up, excersize and keep a husband happy. No? Pussy.
(Please don't confuse my ball busting with complaining, I love it all and wouldn't continue if I didn't)

G said...

oh! oh! oh! Better yet, try these, I made a list...

http://gtastic.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-you-to-can-do.html

I'm absoltely not promoting my blog, I only offer suggestions based on the past careers I've done using only one brain cell and my feet while totally stoned. Should you choose to accept this mission, you are on your own pal.

fwengebola said...

Bloody hell, there's shitloads of jobs there. I'ev done Telemarketing. It's like having your soul sucked up through a pipe by a crackhead.
And Jack of All Trades, Master of None wil be on my tombstone.
Next week.