Sometimes I wonder if I've got my priorities right.
• "There's an interesting event in town tonight, interested?" "Sorry, I'm attempting to code a table of Jubilee line closures." • "We're all doing drinks in the West End." "I might see you later, but I need to compose 750 words about my local Tesco first." • "You wanna come out tonight?" "Er, no thanks, I'm uploading geotagged photos of the South Coast." • "I think we should meet for sex right now." "No can do, there's a new station in West London needs writing about."
Sometimes I'm too busy blogging about life to actually experience it.
So last night I forgot about blogging and did some useful things instead.
Frothed up the sink to do several days worth of washing up. Recycled last week's newspapers (not all of which I ever got round to reading) Caught up on far too many emails I should have sent to far too many people (far too long ago) Recharged my camera battery (because I appear to have used it a lot lately) Attempted to complete my income tax form online (started with good intentions, gave up) Sat on the sofa (unheard of!) to watch FlashForward(yeah yeah) Glared through the curtains at my new neighbours (who insist on smoking regularly on the balcony outside) Tried getting a ticket for some arty event in the Kingswaytramtunnel(woo, got a ticket!) Filed away some paperwork (I really must get better at filing away paperwork) Actually, replying to emails is a real time-killer, isn't it? (and still three to go)
