Hmmm. I understand that the longest January on record lasted for 836 days. This one only seems to have gone for for about 600 so far, so it has a ways to go yet to hit the record books but it's a formidable attempt all the same.
I'm referring to the gap between paydays here, of course. It's damned decent of The Company That Pays Me to put my salary in my account a week early at Christmas but it does mean that instead of going from the 28th to the 28th, I find myself having to negotiate five weeks with only four weeks worth of moolah. And this with various festivities thrown in for good measure.
So I'm skinty-poo, as Billy Connolly once said. So much so that even my Humour Account is overdrawn and the first line of this is a piece of shameless plagiarism. Mind you, it was nicked from Twitter so fair game, eh? I never bought into Twitter. I didn't "get it", if you will. Therefore anything anything I steal from there counts as being picked up "somewhere on the internet" and as such isn't covered by any kind of copyright legislation.
Should I make it a Resolution to blog more often? The pull is starting up again (I know: I'll go blind!) so I may be here rather more often than I have been. especially late at night when I'm trying to fight off a craving for chocolate that I don't have. If the local corner shop were open 24 hours, I'm sure they'd do a roaring trade in chocolate and soft drinks. Probably in rolling papers too, considering I live in Student Central.
Or what about chocolate vending machines like bank ATMs? Incidentally, has anyone else ever noticed that the word "chocolate" is one of those that it's impossible to type correctly without serious concentration? There are several of those - ordinary, run-of the-mill words that just don't flow comfortably from a computer keyboard. "Thanks" is one for me. It always seems to come out as "thnaks" first time. Five letters but far from simple.
Where was I? Oh yes, January. Thnaks for reminding me. As the weekend falls where it does (crash!) I may well find funds available to me next Friday. Besides treating myself to something and paying bills, I shall try to squirrel a little extra away in hopes of getting some time away with my Pretty Lady later in the year. And, of course, there's the little matter of a Post-Peak Party to attend!
1 comment:
Chocolate. No, I can do that, thanks. I know just what you mean, though. I can't at this minute think of the words that mistype themselves, but there are a number of them. Once, I was secretary of a committee with a member called Beryl. I always typed her name Berly.
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