One Of Those Ones

Get up.

Feel on top of the world.

You’ve slept very good last night, and are feeling fit as a fiddle and ready for work.

In fact, you are SO ready, that you even manage a little dance down the stairs. (This may not have actually happened.)

But then you boot up your laptop.

And you feel that zest for life ebbing away, as the only thing you find yourself capable of doing is staring at pictures of kittens dressed as scientists on Tumblr.

And maybe mildly soliciting Wil Wheaton on Twitter.

You feel like you aren’t capable of doing anything, really. Not in the least planning a move to another country.

Or explaining said move to a few relatives, who are suddenly there, on your couch.

Because they might not see you for a long, long time to come.

And they decide to tell you that you look good. And that your mum, in comparison, looks like shite.

They don’t stick around for long, thankfully.

But this is how this day works.

And you find yourself wishing you were in your bed, cuddled up with someone sexy, watching something sexy.

But no.

You must persevere. Because this day is happening, and you don’t get a “Get Out Of This Day For Free” card.

So you find yourself drowning in a sea of books. Seeking a comfort in the fact that Danny Wallace (who, for no reason whatsoever, you have appointed to be your spirit guide) is having awkward moments too.

And the hours tick away, into the next day.

Another day closer to leaving the nest.


One of those days.

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  1. Bill Zee

     /  June 14, 2012

    I do think its getting past time to spread those wings and fly…before some one snips them….(including you)


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