Nothing - the best product you can ever own

A weekend of nothingness is somewhat cathartic. There's a reason why we feel better for doing nothing even though we should be doing something. And that reason is most likely to be that we can do it all tomorrow.

Except that, for the few that are like me, tomorrow very rarely comes. I'm slowly coming to the realisation that I'm a more practical person than I believed myself to be. By being somewhere, and doing something productive, I feel as though my existence on this planet is valid. Having to sit in front of a computer without any real motivation does not make my existence valid, however.

And sat in front of my computer I have been this whole weekend. It's made me feel very relaxed (i.e. I have done nothing else so I can't say I'm exhausted) but also very pensive (i.e. there is so much more I could be doing with my time). I now, at 7pm on Sunday evening, feel ready to tackle some work. However, it's too late to even try to begin to decide where to start. All day, I've been trying to motivate myself to do something that will get the adrenalin/productivity flowing which would hopefully result in work being done. Truth is, I'm not busy enough to force myself to do it all. Pressure is the name of the game I think.

Testament to this new theory begins this week. I'll be in school full time, and so time to do other niggly things is limited forcing me to do them as and when required. The clock is always ticking, but now it really kicks off as I try juggling 3 ways of life all at the same time (maybe 4, depending on how you look at it)...

Besides, the worst that can happen is that I have a few all nighters and skip a lot more meals, right...?

Hate the sin, not the sinner

It has just occurred to me that my first blogging birthday passed me by without so much as a whimper. I don't know whether I'm indifferent about this, or whether I feel slightly overwhelmed by my inefficient commitment to the blogging sensation. I started out with 1001 things to say, suggest, complain about and record. And I seem to have complained about 1001 things, rather than there being a pleasant, humorous mixture.

And so, to try evening out the ratio of moans to smiles:

How does an elephant ask for a bun?

He smiles politely and says "Can I have a bun, please?"

Boom boom, as good ol' Basil Brush would say....

Humdrum and Rigmarole

It's been a while my friends. And not a lot has changed. The ridiculously short assignment that I spoke of last time was finished (after three days of editing it to within the 10% allowance over the limit) and handed in. Since then I've been extremely complacent and taking advantage of iPlayer rather than focusing on my next looming deadline in just over a week's time.

That complacency is probably also the reason why I've been ill this weekend. As is always the case, I'm fit as a fiddle (or so it seems) until I'm able to relax, and then when I can actually enjoy myself for a few days, I feel like crap. Normally I just fight through the pain and keep on enjoying myself. But this weekend has been hell on wheels. I spent all day yesterday between the tap and my bed. Today I managed to get up and stay up, but I've not done anything productive. And trust me when I say that I have plenty I could be getting on with.

Somehow, though, during my hours of inactivity, I managed to read a few news items and columns. For the first time since I can remember, I read a column from start to finish, understood the majority of what it was talking about (political references and the like that I'm not too familiar with) and formed an opinion. All while I was comatose.

I wonder if I should be ill more often. Clearly I have an adverse correlation between health and productivity.

So long as the productivity is in activites I don't really need to be concerning myself with that is....