Thursday, April 29, 2004

AAAARRRRGGGHHH the frustration of my procrastination in this life. I feel I have wasted the week. I sit amongst my half cleaned room full of bags and more mess from looking for things I had put away yesterday and realise my life is completely unmanageable. I have been organising receipts and things all day and it took me so much longer than I thought. Plus I could not find my keys so i was locked in all day. I went out once to get some bread and I jammed the main door to the apartment complex so I could get back in. I feel like a total mess. I have not done a bit of exercise all week. After all this time at home though I have still not organised everything. All the I still have laundry up the wazoo cables everywhere and all the insurance crap for the car to sort out.

I just wanted to have everything organised before going away but it does not seem to have been accomplished. i am still supposed to make sure LEO has a job to come back to in Dublin when he returns from China as he is not going back to Waterford.

Like an idiot I said I would do Live Line tomorrow about all these foolish MEPs who have been running up expenses in Strausbourg. Only for Dana has been at it I would have said no but once again I have been sucked in by the allure of my obsession with Dana. How can one hate one so much yet always think about her. I have dreams of kissing her outside a family planning clinic with the power To Change choir singing Ozzy Osbourne songs in the background. I see these images and I say YES RTE I will once again do your Live Line Programme to push forward truth in a funny way to Middle Ireland.

But the reality hits.

There is no Choir
No Family Planning Clinic
Dana Won't take a phone call anyway
And once again it will just be me and Brush Sheils egged on by the gentle laughter of Irelands only super hero
JJJOOOOEEEE DDDDUUUUUFFFFYYY

The Live Line to the overactive part of my brain is open. All self obsessive thoughts be sure to call. We will be back after this blogging break

If you see me running down Dame St. Don't worry I am running away from myself. See you at the International

Des
www.desbishop.com

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