The agony of indifference

I’ve got the council gas servicing dude coming out tomorrow, so I thought I’d finally give my kitchen a bit of a tidy and clean. I was nearly in tears by the end. Sigh. I really need to sort out a cleaner. Oh well, at least it’s done now for another few mon… erm… days. I also need to buy in a new kettle, as this one has started leaking. I think it’s only two years old too.

They don’t make ‘em like they used to!

My next housekeeping mission is the bathroom. And some vacuuming. And taking recycling down to the wheelie bins. Urgh, why does life hurt so bad?! To be fair, I am feeling more apathetic about everything than usual today. I just can’t give a fuck, even if I tried. And I really don’t want to try. I’m on my evening coffee right now and I have no idea why. I should have just stayed in bed after dinner and listened to podcasts until slipping into peaceful unconsciousness at around 4 am. So, yeah, I think it’s safe to go back to drinking tea, as I’m definitely back on the excruciating insomnia train.

It wasn’t the tea!

I’ve also got a health check at the GP surgery on Wednesday. Not sure what I’ll do after that. I had a pretty miserable drink session on Thursday and Friday last, so I may avoid booze for a while. I: know I say that every time, but this does keep happening. I want my alcoholism to be fun, dammit!

I’ve been compiling an E G Daily “best of” playlist today, out of the three albums available on Spotify. The bulk of the list is from her first two albums and a bunch of recent singles, but nothing from her 90s output. I’ve tried to find something from that third album, but the songwriting is just so generic and uninspired. Her singing and instrumentation is all great but, my goodness, the songwriting! THE INSIPID SONGWRITING! Anyway, I’ll post a link here if anyone’s interested, but I think I’ve lost all my readers now anyway, even that spybot from Singapore. Saying that, I think I did get a view from them the other day. Perhaps they’re not done with me yet. I’m sure they’re gleaming tons of riveting data from my so-called life.

Poor bastards.

Meh, that’s all.

Do stay in touch, darlings.

Toodles!