of that thing.

Slept surprisingly well and at the Normal Time for a human, and as a result I feel quite chipper. The provisional plan to stop smoking as of tomorrow will probably be postponed, due to, How Awesome Is Smoking.

Hell, I’m smoking right now.

Day 3 triggers a realisation that not only does no one give a shit about my soul-negating work schedule, but that I don’t even give a shit about my soul-negating work schedule, and have nothing to say about work, other than It Is Boring and They Keep Giving Me Money.

I have The Pale King by David Foster Wallace over there, and I haven’t got round to it yet, but I know what the general premise is, and I have read many of his short stories relating to deep existential work-related boredom, and I have been thinking: Hey Dave, I love how you portray the strife of office-type drones, but did you ever work in a call centre? Or an office? Because one thing I never find myself thinking is: Hey my life as an anonymous administrative automaton is an untapped well of experience which in the right hands could tell us a lot about the human condition! Whatever, maybe I should be writing fiction about reputable academics and authors. What a novel idea! Guffaw.

Who knows what epiphanies Day 4 will bring. Stay tuned.