200
As Post 200 arrives, it is only just worth noting. So here it is: this is post 200. Not bad, eh.
Of course, my holiday is now drawing to a close. As soon as New Year is over, it's always like that. The days race away and suddenly I'm preparing to go back to my other existence. But it's quite a useful process really... it just gives me a little time to psyche myself up again, and in the end I come to accept it as a Good Thing.
I return to London on Sunday evening, which may be a slight problem if there are tube engineering works, otherwise I might struggle to get to Charing Cross so I can get the usual tedious trains back home. I'm prepared to put a lot of money on my train being busy, and if there aren't the usual billion people waiting at London Bridge to get on my other train, I will eat my hat.
It's the mindless monotony of these events that depresses me the most. It's not the actual going back to work really. It's the thought that I'm going to be back to ironing shirts and trousers again, wearing horrible suits, getting that same old 8:30 train... but this year I also have a problem in that one of my colleagues, the American intern, has now left. Me and him used to go for lunch at the same time, which meant that I could take the full hour without getting bored. I might find it a little difficult to do that now that I'll be on my own again.
Still, like I had been saying, I had been waiting to get into 2007 because now I can see the end of this London experience. May is only four months away. I have even come up with an idea for a dissertation which I'm going to run past my supervisor when I get back. It's probably rubbish, but it allows me to feel a little more confident about the future.
Plus, I feel like I've done a little more here at home. Yesterday I took part in my brother's football team's training, helping out as I like to do... and then I went for a quiet drink with some friends from my old college. I now feel like I've caught up with all the various things that I had been missing out on. Of course, there are other friends who I haven't seen, but it's better than nothing.
So, the depressing inevitability of Sunday has set in, but it has largely been accepted. Back to the boring existence living with one other person. But at least I'll be able to get back to my music, which is on my computer, and my guitar and keyboard.
The odd thing is, within a few weeks of me starting back in London, I'm going to have to work out some way of getting some accomodation in Hull for September. Now that will be an even more depressing thought. Apart from the fact that at least it won't cost as much as the scandalous prices I'm paying in London.
Here's to the next 200 posts, filled with as much tedium as this one.
Of course, my holiday is now drawing to a close. As soon as New Year is over, it's always like that. The days race away and suddenly I'm preparing to go back to my other existence. But it's quite a useful process really... it just gives me a little time to psyche myself up again, and in the end I come to accept it as a Good Thing.
I return to London on Sunday evening, which may be a slight problem if there are tube engineering works, otherwise I might struggle to get to Charing Cross so I can get the usual tedious trains back home. I'm prepared to put a lot of money on my train being busy, and if there aren't the usual billion people waiting at London Bridge to get on my other train, I will eat my hat.
It's the mindless monotony of these events that depresses me the most. It's not the actual going back to work really. It's the thought that I'm going to be back to ironing shirts and trousers again, wearing horrible suits, getting that same old 8:30 train... but this year I also have a problem in that one of my colleagues, the American intern, has now left. Me and him used to go for lunch at the same time, which meant that I could take the full hour without getting bored. I might find it a little difficult to do that now that I'll be on my own again.
Still, like I had been saying, I had been waiting to get into 2007 because now I can see the end of this London experience. May is only four months away. I have even come up with an idea for a dissertation which I'm going to run past my supervisor when I get back. It's probably rubbish, but it allows me to feel a little more confident about the future.
Plus, I feel like I've done a little more here at home. Yesterday I took part in my brother's football team's training, helping out as I like to do... and then I went for a quiet drink with some friends from my old college. I now feel like I've caught up with all the various things that I had been missing out on. Of course, there are other friends who I haven't seen, but it's better than nothing.
So, the depressing inevitability of Sunday has set in, but it has largely been accepted. Back to the boring existence living with one other person. But at least I'll be able to get back to my music, which is on my computer, and my guitar and keyboard.
The odd thing is, within a few weeks of me starting back in London, I'm going to have to work out some way of getting some accomodation in Hull for September. Now that will be an even more depressing thought. Apart from the fact that at least it won't cost as much as the scandalous prices I'm paying in London.
Here's to the next 200 posts, filled with as much tedium as this one.
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