Well, the first hour has been really productive. Sod's law sates that if you sit down to do some work that you really have to get done, everyone you know turns up and disturbs you.
So far the father-in-law, brother-in-law, brother and the wife have interruppted me.
One of the funniest things I ever saw/heard was at someone's birthday party when one of the attendees announced that he was going to climb a particularly high mountain in a sponsored-for-charity type deal. Someone else, with a brilliant Irish accent, piped up with, "You'll never make it. You'll be f*cked!"
Never ceases to surprise me that a brilliantly productive day is usually followed by a crap one. It's as if you managed to write two day's work in one, only to discover you've used up all your impetus. Vexing.
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Kick off is 12.15 PM and I aim to finish at 5.15 PM.
Public humiliation awaits.
Well, the first hour has been really productive. Sod's law sates that if you sit down to do some work that you really have to get done, everyone you know turns up and disturbs you.
So far the father-in-law, brother-in-law, brother and the wife have interruppted me.
And I've done 1 page.
Arses!!!!!!
A famous philosopher once wrote:
naughty, naughty, very naughty...
It's not going to happen, is it?
MSNing Lucy now.
Another page down, 28 to go.
It's 3.00 PM and all is not well.
It's been fucking crap today. One good day of writing followed by a day of shit.
I'm ploughing on but it's looking less likely I'm going to finish it today.
I might have to finsih it tomorrow. Personally I blame Lucy for MSNing me for nearly an hour....yep, it's not my fault, it's hers...she's evil :-P
I like ('s). I'm going to be putting a lot more in my next comment.
Two pints of coke is not good for you I've discovered. Too much sugar! Too much caffine! I have the shakes.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of Dom banging his head repeatedly against the keyboard of his laptop.
ARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Found out why I was shaking, I'd forgotten to have lunch. Sorted now, but alas no nearer to completing.
Dom hangs his head in shame.
Fuck it, I'm off to view a house.
How close did I get? I'll tell you tomorrow.
Screw you Tonto,
it wasn't nearly an hour, it was ONLY 45 minutes.
You're doomed, Carver. Hear me? Dooooomed!
One of the funniest things I ever saw/heard was at someone's birthday party when one of the attendees announced that he was going to climb a particularly high mountain in a sponsored-for-charity type deal. Someone else, with a brilliant Irish accent, piped up with, "You'll never make it. You'll be f*cked!"
Maybe y'had to be there...
My back is fooked, does that count?
Giving up at 4 pm? What the fuck is that about? You should work until 4 am and that's on a good day.
If you stop before you pass out, it's not because you can't go on, it's because you don't want to.
And other scathing comments.
Hang on, it's half eleven. Time for bed.
Never ceases to surprise me that a brilliantly productive day is usually followed by a crap one. It's as if you managed to write two day's work in one, only to discover you've used up all your impetus. Vexing.
4PM????? The clock on this thing is stuffed, I finished at 5.15PM... so there.
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