Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s worth blogging about today. I’m trying to hold myself to a 2-day schedule because these days it feels hard to make the time. I remember when I was a student I had a lot of wit and insight to share each evening, but since getting a full-time job it seems like there’s way more compulsion just to go to sleep once I’ve had dinner.

That’s not to say there’s not plenty going on upstairs, it’s just that more often than not, when I have my insanely important thoughts I’m not at a PC, and when I am I’ve forgotten what was so important about them. The other day I managed to quite effortlessly convince myself, Josh and Damian (well, myself at least) that the fact they had altered the packaging to Chocolate Fingers was a crime against humanity that’s destined to lead to its destruction. I won’t repeat the diatribe here, but let it be noted that it’s 2 days later and we’re practically on the brink of an Middle-East Vs. West world war. Chocolate fingers have not yet been proven as the cause, but I’m sure the truth will come out.

Still, as much as I dislike blogging about blogging (what’s the point?!) I’d really like it if I could get a new phone with a decent camera in it. I have this serious problem where I don’t spend nearly enough to justify a contract, but if I just get a handset I’ll be paying way too much to replace something I’ve already got, so I’m kind of glad that my current hand-me-down handset is finally dying on me (I can only hear calls if they’re on speakerphone and the space button’s stopped working properly.) This means when I get my bonus at the end of the month, I’m going to close my eyes and fork out the cash for some form of new phone whether contract or payg, and it’ll have all sorts of extra shite that I don’t need and won’t use. Though, if I could add pictures and videos to the blog (remember, there was a point to this paragraph) then I’d be really enthused. Through someone else’s eyes, the mundane becomes…unmundane. At least I hope for your [the readers’] sake it does otherwise there’ll be some incredibly boring pictures and videos showing up.

There, I guess that wasn’t so bad. Sometimes in order to find something to write about, you just have to start doing it. Though, in the case of Dickens, maybe you also have to be penniless and destitute and craving money. He was all of those things, right?