Brennig Jones (and friends)

Need to write something.

Nothing on the telly (again…).

Have slept for hours this afternoon.

Lay in bed last night and the night before with lots of ‘Oooh, I must write that down’ type bollocks tripping through my poor frazzled brain.  I come to write it down today, now, and it has turned into lots of ‘Oooh, I can’t remember what was so amazing that I couldn’t be arsed to get up and write it down last night’ type bollocks.

Hence I am, once again, rambling.

But that’s OK, because I have the week off.  So surely one of those days shall be spent being creative and clever, rather than drinking coffee and meeting people for lunch?

I did take my laptop to Costa yesterday.

Well, it’s been complaining that I never take it anywhere…

OK, that’s not funny.

No, I wrote a minuscule amount towards the Worst Business Plan In The World Ever ^TM and then checked the word count (and then a family came and sat right next to me so I quick shut down and stepped away from the coffee shop before screaming children were killed).

Only another couple of thousand words to go then.

I have written a ten thousand word dissertation for fuck’s sake! Why am I finding this so difficult and evil??

Well, I know the answer – I was interested in my dissertation subject (Stanley Kubrick film adaptations of twentieth century novels).  I couldn’t really care less about this business plan.

Plus, I spent my first degree writing essays and being creative and stuff.  Writing a business plan or anything report-like is almost beyond my academic comprehension.

But it’s nearly a new year, which means the inevitable and exhausting re-evaluation of everything and re-reading of self-help books that contradict each other and confuse the heckfire out of me.

So, no doubt, along with ‘stop biting nails’ and ‘stop eating bad things’ I’ll be adding ‘do some fucking college work’ to my New never-to-be-kept Year’s Resolutions.

But that’s a whole other post.