The northlondonhippy

I’m bored.

Very bored.

It’s Sun­day morn­ing, I worked last night and I’m try­ing to unwind before hit­ting the sack, only I’ve got noth­ing to do.

That’s why I’m here.

I’m just killing time.

Does that make you feel bad? Like you are my last choice for entertainment?

I don’t mean it in that way, I swear. You know I only like to post stuff when I’ve got some­thing to say, not when I want to waste 5 min­utes while I smoke a spliff and relax before bed.

Can you think of any­thing more waste­ful than wast­ing time?

Time is the one thing we all have in finite sup­ply; it’s the one thing that every liv­ing crea­ture, here on planet crap­pola, has in common.

“We don’t have enough time”; “time is run­ning out”; “I wish I had more time.” We’ve all said those things, haven’t we?

Yet here I am wast­ing time.

Killing it.

Killing time…

…but that’s because I’m bored…

…but not as bored as you!

You just spent a few min­utes read­ing this drivel.

Sorry I had to kill your time too.

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