Nothing Ever Happens

Yesterday was another fairly dull day on Terra Nova. Clients were seen, the project work was done, and that was about it really. The headache persists, which is really getting to me now; I’m not one for headaches in general, so to have one for what seems like days is starting to grate. The venting continues.

In some ways, January 1st feels like so long ago. On the other hand, it’s only just gone four months - it’s the old time-dilation continuum again. I can’t even muster up the enthusiasm to get the bike out. Perhaps I’ll have to force myself out on it tomorrow and blow some cobwebs away.

Sunshine On A Rainy Day

With all the glorious weather we’ve been having lately, you almost know it will be pissing down with rain now that I’ve said that. It’s like BBQs - you don’t mention them out loud, and you certainly don’t plan them when you live in Scotland. It’s not that the weather is that bad, it’s just so damn changeable.

Now that Julie is approaching the end of her treatment, I’m wondering if it isn’t worth a gamble booking a holiday away. The only trouble there is the looming fuel crisis and potential flight cancellations. I wouldn’t even have the luxury of looking forward to it due to the worry that would surely engulf me.

That’s the one thing about smoking cannabis: you get a change of scenery without having to go anywhere. It would certainly release the pressure in my head, that’s for sure.

It Could Be You (But Never Is)

Is anyone else getting plagued by emails from the National Lottery? I signed up about 18 years ago using the same numbers and I’m loath to cancel it now for obvious reasons, but the only time I want to hear from them is when I’ve won something. That’s it.

Not that long ago, I won a lucky dip - I actually win them on a regular basis - but I also got notified that I’d won another prize. Excitedly, I logged in to my account, only to find I had won the princely sum of £2.

I remember last year sometime I got an email saying I had won a prize and to log in to check my account. No lucky dip, so I knew it must be the minimum prize of £25 - I think it is now - which isn’t terrible. But no; there was a special prize on that week and it was for a fiver. The one week I thought I had at least bagged the minimum. What a kick in the teeth.

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

I deliberately don’t check for a few hours and allow myself to just fantasise for a little while, at least, that I’ve become a millionaire. It can’t just be me. It’s a bit like Schrodinger’s Millionaire: I exist and don’t exist at the same time.

Anyway, enough waffle for today. We shall see what’s on the cards tomorrow.

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