It’s the first week of the month so I have to work, so I didn’t get home last night until after nine. I should have just had my dinner and gone to bed, but that makes me feel like I really have no life, so I sat up and watched TV. Ireland had just beaten England off the pitch at cricket and Celtic and Rangers had just beaten each other both on and off the pitch in a sport that vaguely resembled soccer, so there was plenty to keep me entertained on Sky Sports News (the Irish cricket team, by the way, all took part in the Shave or Dye before the game, though none of them went for bright blue). I ended up going to bed at midnight, even though I’ve to get up at 6.25 each morning.
So I was really tired when I got on the bus this morning but took out my little netbook anyway because bus journeys are now when I do my writing. I had a vague plan to write about the EU’s daft ruling about car insurance, but as I started I found that I couldn’t think of anything interesting to say. Still I kept going almost robotically (after all, I am almost a robot), but wasn’t really enjoying it much.
Then at one stage I had to type the phrase “to do business”. I typed it, moved on a couple of words and then looked back.
Instead of “to do business” I had typed “tediousness”, all as one word, spelled correctly.
I didn’t finish the post. When your own subconscious tells you that you’re being boring, it’s time to stop.