Monday Marathon of Nothingness

It's Monday again. At the rate I'm going, I'll have been on holidays for the last two months. I'm grabbing a few books today, a notepad, a pen, and spending my hours writing and reading. And drinking lots of tea. I've sent my CV to a temp agency and I'm going to wait and see.

Spin the wheel, spin the bottle, which office clerk will go into the closet with me for a kiss? Ok, it's absurd. I'll shut up now.

I want to write a proper post, about knick-knacks and weekends and trips to the supermarket and the latest d-celebrity spotted on the tube and children singing to Gerri Halliwell in the cinema, but it's just not coming.

I also want to understand more about Freud's definition of the death instinct. moonlightjoy, maybe you can explain this to me.

(no subject)

Crumpets, where have you been all my life?