juxtapositions

Dear Diary,

 

To paraphrase Camus - a long time has passed and yet it feels like no time has passed at all. 

I got a 1 day assignment at the Sunday Sentinel. Something I've done before. This will get me paid over January-Febuary, which is very welcome as that is the 'quiet' period of the working calendar for events, plus I have no work for the forseeable future beyond events. 

 

So, what do I have to do today? There's probably a list. There's always a fucking list. Got up late today, I should have breakfast. I want to have a wank. I have my libido back. I need to think about Christmas. Fuck, so much going on and yet its so quiet today.

 

I've got to busy myself as if it's a busy day.