Twenty’s been posting about the weird life of the work-at-home writer. Substitute Marlboro for Major, wine for beer, pasta for M&S steak pies and, well, no beard for an untrimmed beard and that’s been my life since Monday too. I’m not sure how much work I’ve got done but I’m getting very good at Spider Solitaire.
He says he needs to get out more. Too right he does. Another couple of days and he’ll find it hard to readjust to “people”, “conversation” and other weird stuff normal folk take for granted. I’ve been that soldier, blinking and confused, as people yap on at me like I’m used to it. If I were him, I’d get down to Ron’s, pronto.
2 Comments
June 16, 2007 at 12:36 pm
I got a healthy dose of Ron’s last night. It’s now given me a healthy dose of the Guinness squits but c’est la vie, no?
June 17, 2007 at 9:01 pm
Eww, waaay too much detail. Well, count yourself lucky. Some of us were working all weekend, although at least it was outside the house all day Saturday.
Oh and I never drink Guinness so not sure if c’est la vie or you should see a doctor