I really need to stop posting blogs after drinking. I end up rambling, and waffling and… {pauses to consult thesaurus]… being discursive, and I give you the wrong impression of me completely. Some of them are funny to read I imagine, just like some drunken conversations are fun to listen to, but you have no way of knowing whether what I’m typing is genuine Rory feeling, or intoxicated bumgumph.
From now on, any time I post a blog while drunk I will put a capital D on the first line of text as a warning.
Anyway - I don’t really want to go back and study. I don’t know where that came from last night. My thoughts were rather awash with cider so that may have had something to do with it, I suppose. What I really want to do is earn about the same amount that I’m earning now, but be in a job where I only have to work office hours. Then I would get to spend more time with Philippa, and my life would blossom accordingly.
But stick around because I’ll probably change my mind again tomorrow…
RC 13-10-13
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