Well, thinking about pending time on me hands. Figured I might go get a Degree or two. ARTS, well..hmm, I kinda figured it was both beneath me and pretty much designed for pantywaists, economics or I was going to say History there for a second, but wouldn’t that then bring the fucking house down. AND yeah, I KNOW HALF YA CRETINS HAVE AN ARTS DEG..OK. I would have too…OK!…shezzzzz.
So I guess I will settle for looking for work working around the house till the cook threatens to KILL MY ARSE , maybe a bike ride and the WR or hell, WRITING.
WRITING, It did flash through the head the other day. IT consumes time, I couldn’t understand why i had spent so little at it lately, then I realised I did most of it during footy season. Playing and coaching and watching the not so little monsters of mine consumes, WED PM, TUES PM, THUR PM and sat and Sunday AM. By the time I dedicate the balance of my resources to keeping the cook happy and squeezing in some work, there is fuck all left available even for a GOD.
Plan is FRIDAY this week to table the resignation and well, frankly see what happens.