On the Bandwagon

So here I am. Joining the blog bandwagon. Really it's just a way to put an anagram of my name to some kind of use. And to avoid doing my work whilst at work. Will anyone read this? Probably not. Do I really care? Not particularly. Well, maybe a little. I don't dislike attention. Let's be honest - why would I be here if I didn't like it somewhat?

God, I'm hungover. Working on Sundays sucks. I vaguely remember a time when nearly everything was closed on Sunday. That would be pretty fantastic. What the the hell do we need this seventh day of shopping for anyway? Our vacuous culture is so bent on consumption that now you can buy shit without even stepping outside of the house. Now, I'm not an organized religion guy at all, but I think the whole "day of rest" concept has some merit. I'd much rather be at home nursing my hangover in the comfort of my bed.

Of course, I'd also be fine with not having to work ever again. I've more than enough interests to sustain the remaining days of my life. Those people who say "Oh, I'd be so bored if I didn't have to go to work everyday" are bloody liars. I mean, really - you can't be serious. I can't think of anything more depressing than being that unimaginative. I'm quite certain I could contribute to society in a more meaningful manner if I didn't have the distraction of worrying about little trifles like the rent.

Earning a living. How tedious.

And what is there to earn exactly? My life is pretty much the only thing I've ever gotten for free.