Goodness me, I'm lacking motivation at present. I have a project to complete at work, which I didn't want to do in the first place, and consequently it ails me. So now I'm dancing round the matter like of a 5 year old trying to avoid eating the cabbage on his dinner plate. I've pushed it around and tried to hide it beneath the mash, but it's still there. And there'll be no leaving the table until it's been ingested. So I need to hold my nose and get on with it I suppose. But you know what 5 year olds are like. We won't be told.
About Me
- Francis
- I’m the male half of a dinky (duel income no kids yet) couple from London, England. I give off a cynical air apparently, but this is inadvertent. I loathe wilfully cynical people. I lay the blame for my apparent world-weariness at the feet of white-collar work. It is ultimately pointless, and therefore engenders ennui and spiritual fatigue. Why do you think so many people practice yoga in the evenings? They're left empty husks by their day jobs and erroneously think that enlightenment is inextricably linked with the ability to touch one's toes. I'm being inadvertently cynical again. There might be something in it je suppose. Om…
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