December 13th

2:47PM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-12-11)

November 30th

2:31PM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-11-27)

November 25th

7:36PM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-11-20)

November 9th

3:38AM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-11-6)

October 18th

3:47AM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-10-16)

October 15th

8:44AM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-10-9)

September 27th

6:55PM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-9-25)

August 30th

11:45PM // Days 7-12

of fuck you.

Apparently I can’t even stick to self-imposed tumblr deadlines, so any career in “journalism” is probably off the list for now.

Also I wanted to see if anyone would think I was dead. They didn’t. Nobody cared.

Tumblr silence was mainly due to the fact that I decided drinking heavily would be a good way to break up the monotony of 22 consecutive shifts.

So now I’m in medias res, halfway through the struggle, and my sense of self has taken a severe pounding, the repetitive nature of my work reducing me to an automated telephonic menu system powered by coffee and cigarettes.

In other news, an awesome co-worker arranged a night of celebration to mark the end of my indentured servitude, to which many people have at least clicked “attending” on facebook, so y’know. Ten more days of work, followed by four straight days of drinking, then back to the alma mater for some half-assed honours work. It could be worse.

12:40PM // My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-8-28)

August 24th

11:43PM // Day 6 

of the thing I committed to do which is proving to be as insipid and pointless as the job that inspired it.

I haven’t actually discussed what I do for money every day. I’m not going to, that was just an observation.

It was boring. I spent the whole day looking at events and things which I can in no way afford to attend, a special kind of self-torture for the aspirational/doomed.

I think a lot of my friends are planning to move to Glasgow, which is good. Maybe I’ll have some kind of life outside of blogging about nothing.

So, in unsupported conclusion: Day 6 felt pretty much exactly the same as any other shitty workday, and I’m beginning to suspect that this Experiment will not yield the transcendent/illuminating/edifying epiphanies I had hoped it would.