There isn't much to post about, if you're being boring and shallow

I'm being boring because coping with the heat doesn't leave me much energy to do anything else, especially after playing tennis for two hours at 36° in the shade.
And I'm being shallow for pretty much the same reason -- reading or watching or doing anything mentally challenging just seems a bit out of reach right now. So I'm rewatching How I Met Your Mother and enjoying it. (I *said* I was being shallow, that wasn't fishing for compliments or anything)


As almost always, there is of course an ulterior reason to my overwhelming lazi- and passiveness. I ought to start using the goddamned accountancy programme they so amateurishly taught us in June, and I'm not doing it and cringing at the mere thought. And as always when there's something I must do -- though not right now, but procrastinating merely means less time to get used to it and is therefore bad -- but don't want to do, I don't feel like doing anything else either.
So maybe I'm going to start today...
Or not.
Also, I wish I could duck out of a reception I have to go to tomorrow. Boss isn't here, and it's something official and terribly important -- if only they hadn't had the supremely stupid idea of scheduling the event for 2 p.m. I mean, that's the effing hottest time of the effing day, a time when all you want is to creep back into your a/c'd office, and certainly not to be on your feet for longer than it takes to walk to the loo and back, and then you've got to remain standing for at least half an hour, drinking lukewarm water (because wine is out of the question) and making useless small talk. But I promised boss I'd go, and he'd be understandably furious if I didn't, and I don't want to lie to him, so I'll have to go. Bummer.
Also, my mahjong statistics are still bad -- 13%. That's something to be ashamed of.


Not that life is all bad, mind you. I'm still enjoying it a lot, in spite of the shadow accountancy is casting over it. Usually I would apply retail therapy, which does tend to help, but who in their right mind would go clothes or shoes shopping, if crossing the main square puts you in danger of arriving at the other end as dehydrated as a mummy? Not to mention that shopping for fall and winter stuff feels totally out of place right now, not to say perverse.


I *do* come across as grumpy, don't I?

*rolls eyes at self*

Well, duh

Random thought of the day, and don't even ask why I'm bothering to write it down. It's just one of those days, apparently.
So, for some reason or other, my brain is playing an endless loop of Abba's The Winner Takes It All. Yes, I know, but as I said, it's just one of those days.
My brain, however, is also supplying a commentary, and therefore this is what's going on in my head right now:


But tell me, does she kiss like I used to kiss you
*of course not, you stupid bint, that was pretty much the bloody point of getting a new girlfriend*
Does it feel the same when she calls your name
*see above -- he probably couldn't stand the sound of your voice anymore*



*headdesk*