I should probably be very pleased about this, but frankly having free time at the end of January is not up to much. Everyone else is working, and I feel like I'm playing hooky.
So far today I have dribbled about, read some of the papers while listlessly munching wholewheat toast, played with Puddy, pondered lunch and pondered why anyone would think Jane Goody has a career to begin with. Then I pondered what to do between now and lunch. So far I have come up with nowt.
The paramour has suggested I take this time to relax, kick back, maybe start packing. Right ho.
But apart from that.
I hate daytime television. I could read I suppose, I have a ton of books to catch up with. Then there is the cinema. I don't mind going to the cinema alone, I quite prefer it sometimes, but a quick glance through entertainment.ie shows nothing I would get out of my jammies to go and see.
There's the gym, that should take up a good hour of the day, shouldn't it?
Maybe I'll go into town. I can ring the Spaniard, she's a lady of leisure. Go for lunch, that takes care of lunch. Then there is only four hours or so until knocking off time anyway left to fill. Rinse and repeat until Februrary 1st.
How does Paris Hilton do it?
Ennui, how are ye?