I’ve been very grumpy about sharing myself with people lately. It’s the school holidays and Fred’s staying with me, and suddenly it seems like everyone wants a piece of me and I can’t cope. Actually of course it’s me that wants to spend time with them, and the real issue is time management. I faff. I waste time, I hover around trying to figure out what to do next. I read spam emails and do Sudoku. Cut the faffing, and there’d be loads more time for everyone. Not that much of a biggie really.
Last weekend Kat and I had a pretty big evening at our friend Dan's birthday party, complete with run-in with a weird drunk old man on the way home and dancing to Shakira till 4am. Suffice it to say the next day provided fulsome reminders of the fact that hangovers can include grumpiness.
So I guess you could say I've had a faffing hangover. Where drinking too much dehydrates you, overindulgence in faffing robs you of not water but time. Either way, you can end up being like a bear with a sore head. Not much fun to be with.
Ladies and gentlemen, for the sake of those you love, please faff responsibly.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment