The Joys of Being Underemployed

Last night I got hammered with Phil and stayed up until the sun came up. I didn't get up this morning prefering an afternoon start. I have spent the last few hours drawing in my sketchbook and now I am about to learn some new things on this here internet.

Lazy Lazy Lazy Lazy

Today, I haven't ventured more than ten feet away from the walls of my house. I surfed the web, snoozed in the bath, ate a bacon sandwich, surfed the web a bit more, watched a bit of crap of the TV, played computer games, had a siesta, surfed the internet a little more, ate, ate some more, looked for some jobs online (there are none)....

Sundays

Sundays are lazy days round here. Todays I gets up with a thick head thanks to drinking five pints of Budvar Budweiser in the White Horse with Joe (one pint of Stairway to Heaven, one pint of Blonde and a G&T) and drags myself up to Kings Norton to meet my Mother and Father at a car boot sale. They were very loaded up with lots of plants and decided to leave me as soon as I had arrived.

I must admit to not really being the mood for rummaging through other peoples junk with the sun trying to turn my head the colour of a tomato. But rummage I did and I purchased a (short) history of the Interweb and three CDs (LTJ Bukem, Optimo DJs and Arman van Helden).

I got home and since then I have surfed the Internets, I have looked at using the Twitter and Google Maps APIs for uses unknown as yet, I've listened to quite a lot of new music, I've eaten several cakes and I have felt slightly more rough as the day goes on. However I have been mostly frustrating myself at not being able to win the Cricket World Cup on this highly addictive cricket game. I think I might have another go in a minute.

My eyes must be very bloodshot.