Things I need to do – Part Deux

I’m back in the brewery.

This is my third entry sinceI popped out for a beer. Choices like this aren’t easy. Can I really justify the spend on booze? I think the answer is no. But on the other hand I need to. In the past, I might have had a rant about how rubbish it is that there is nowhere to go for free.You can go outside, but as soon as you want to be under cover, you’ll have to pay for something. And when you have no money, paying for something is expensive.

Sod it. I know what I need to do. I’m not going to bore anyone from the future by writting any of this down. Life is just a story and none of this is real. It feels real, but it is just a story. If only I could get the hang of this just being a game.

I think the best thing is to do the things I want to do and play the system.This works for wealthy people, so why do we judge poor people for doing the same?

At this point, I think I should say that it’s 1708 on a Saturday. I’m 2.5 pints in and nothing of any use will be done today. Or maybe, with a bit of luck, magic will happen today. Just don’t hold out too much hope for tomorrow.

Right then. Things I want to do!

  1. Do something brilliant!
  2. Film a hedgehog – tick
  3. Film a fox – tick
  4. Build a website and lose the website because it cost too much – tick
  5. Build a polution monitoring station – tick.
  6. Build a website on a Pi – kinda! – needs work
  7. Become a descent amature athlete -never gonna happen
  8. Do some cool stuff with data – working on it
  9. Decide that three pints is enough and it’s time for food – probably (the days of 3.8% session lagers are well behind us now.
  10. I’ve lost track now.

I think the point is that there’s things I need to do and stuff I want to do. Some of the the stuff I want to do is stuff I need to do, and some of the stuff I need to do is stuff I want to do. And my take-away from this is fuck the lot of you. I’m not going to feel guilty for being here, so there. I don’t care if I owe you money. That’s your problem, not mine.

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