Television and the Dying Sanity

The amount of television consumed in my household is unreal. And none of it's really valid, or even consumed properly. My family spend their time making up what they can with tail ends and segments of dramas and films they've already seen before.

Which is why I'll be heading to the library soon enough. Flicking through various radio dramas has done me well. But the walk should eliminate the calories I've been playing with lately.

And the poetry should resurrect braincells. The ones I've lost after exposure to the woman's magazine type material on the box.

Surely it won't be like this forever. Not for me anyway.

Just Say No

Too many people depend on me.

They really shouldn't.

If only for selfish reasons.

Two jobs are demanding. One is tired, and will be more so when one job insists on trying to squeeze more hours out of the day. The other can hassle me at short notice - and I'm learning to say a two letter word to them.

'You're a creative soul,' said Peter, one of my co-workers. 'You need to have time to...do stuff.'

I nodded in agreement.

This up and coming week I'll spend time looking in the mirror, practising how to say that one word. Only that'll have to wait. There's homework and sleep to attend to. The latter will not be fulfilled.

Coffee is my friend. Books I want to be closer to, but must leave it. Some time off would be nice. Though one thinks of the money I'm saving. Surely it'll be worth it.

New Year

Why business sees opportunities on New Year's Day is great. The little time I have free becomes much smaller. It means that the work hours I carry out are extended and that my sleeping pattern sees no return to a healthy state.

And another episode of Come Fly With Me tonight which I'll miss. And when I return to find it recorded, I'm not sure I'll have much of an attention span to sit through it.

With a brother who drinks and snores, disturbing my sleeping pattern and two jobs to attend - it's a wonder I'm still alive.

This year could be my last.