Did you ever have a switch–off day?
That’s one of those days where you have a nice lie in, and wake up really refreshed and so relaxed that you couldn’t be arsed to do anything?
Today was one of those days.
I had a few things to write about, but then I thought to myself – why bother? It’s my life, and my switch-off day, so I am going to just stare into space and think happy thoughts.
And then I get a complaint.
“You know it’s one of the clock in the afternoon here, so it has to be 6 pm where you are. We can’t all wait around on you all day and night you know. Get your fat lazy arse out of bed at the crack of noon if not at the crack of day and get posting. ”
Do you know what?
You can fuck off.
I don’t get paid for this. I can do what I fucking well like. If I don’t feel like writing, then I’m not going to write.
Today, I don’t feel like writing.
So go away and do something constructive. Go and read a book. Take a walk in the fresh air. Do the housework that you have been meaning to do for the last six months. Return that library book you borrowed three years ago [and never read].
I’m going back to my happy thoughts.