Feedback Friday :: A Hill of Beans

I'm writing this at the cinema. It is 11.05 and I've just come to see Casablanca on the big screen and a massive whim. I finished all my work for this week yesterday, so today I settled at my desk at 10am, smug to the gills, overjoyed that as sure as eggs is eggs I would have this week's feedback report finished and posted before 11am. Then I inadvertently checked to see what was on at the cinema and before I knew it, I was standing on a boat, wasted, wondering how likely it was that the soft-skinned, black-haired Dutch woman I need to meet was sitting in my seat at the cinema. Here's my week...


bulk
:: 12st 6
alcohol consumed :: 3 pints of lager, 1 Baileys and maybe a bottle of red in total
days without alcohol :: 3
days I got to sleep before 1am :: 2
days I started work before 9am :: 1 
days I worked more than 10 hours :: 1
days I never left the house :: 0
days I smoked marijuana before 6pm :: 4
copywriting jobs completed :: 6
other writing jobs completed :: 1
other writing jobs ongoing
:: 1
back sessions :: 1
physical gym visits :: 0
metaphysical gym visits :: 0
medical concerns :: 0
house guests :: 1
bookings made :: 3
approximate number of hours spent learning Dutch :: 6. I also had my level test at Toptaal, the company that provides the Dutch lessons that the Dutch state give free to immigrants. Read it again. Let it sink in. I still can't quite believe it. Anyhow, they should start at the end of the month. 
cinema visits :: 5
reviews written :: 0
reviews pending :: 5
plants kept alive :: 6
money owed to Donald Trump :: none
routine adhesion :: 10%
week 9/52 overall rating :: 8.5. 

painters & parakeets


She wasn't. I loved the film though, and she would have loved it too if she'd bothered turning up. The cow. 

By the time I'd left the cinema, humming La Marseillaise and buzzing with the joy of cinema, where ugly men get to shoot Nazis and kiss unattainable women, the sunny day was now grey and cold rain was goose-stepping out of the sky, so I bought a pizza on the way home and had it with chilli sauce and wine. 

Now I'm thinking fuck it: the list of things I had to do today I can do over the weekend. Sure I've got a job to do, but not now. I might not be any good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of one little person don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.

The fact is, I'm a free man. I'm free to do what I want. Any old time. 

I'm going out. There's stuff happening out there. 

Someday you’ll understand that.

Have smashing week.

Kill nothing. Forgive the fearful. Eat cherries till you're sick. 

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