Heya, bet you thought I'd gone and lost interest didn't you? I have not.
It turns out that running a pub actually involves a fair amount of time and effort. Who knew? Anyway, that's over now and while it has probably drastically reduced the lifespan of my hairline it was an experience I enjoyed. There was a bit of sourness towards the end there but it isn't like me to get all sour and vitriolic over anything so we'll leave it at that. Money grabbing wanker.
ahem
So now I find myself in a position that I haven't in a while, unemployed. For the first time since I started working I no longer have a job, and it was only a couple of months ago that I had three! Now don't get me wrong, these past few days of alcohol fuelled debauchery have been fantastic but I have found myself with a bit of a gap in my life. Amazingly, it seems I may be addicted to work. A workaholic. Me.
Are there any meetings to go to? Maybe I should run one....
...wait. Never mind.
Introspection is something I am cursed with, and being busy was how I dealt with that I think. But now I'm not, I think.
Where am I going with my life? what am I going to do? - all topics that I have covered in previous blogs, but the immediacy I'm currently feeling, now that I have to make a decision, is crippling. The thing is, I don't know what I want to do. But I know what I like to do. I like to write, maybe we'll give that a go.
Evs
