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.