Bullshit Baffles Brains

I had my annual appraisal yesterday evening; it went surprisingly well; very suprising and very well. My manager and director appear to be positively delighted with me and I have no idea why. They raved on about my control of the project I work on and my contribution; I do arse all. But apparently I've improved so much. I don't get it. They both have PhDs. Madness. But I'm not going to complain or point this out to them in any way; I shall just attribute this to my skill at talking absolute tripe with a completely straight face.

It's warm and sunny and beautiful; this makes it even more unfair that I have to work on Good Friday whilst my so-called friends text me to pass on messages along the lines of haha! I'm still in bed. Spring would appear to have sprung and one's sap is rising. My hormones have awoken from their long winter sleep and are now rampantly running riot. Having gone 7 months without sex and finishing off an entirely unsatifactory liason (what, in the name of sanity, is the point of having a fuckbuddy you don't fuck?) I think its time I had a little fun; or even quite a lot of fun. Unfortunately I haven't met anyone I fancy that much so I might have to improvise. So in addition to the drinking, gambling, smoking and general lazyarsedness I hope to be adding some serious licentiousness. Soon.

Although this weekend I will be mostly practicing sloth by sitting around eating chocolate and drinking red wine in my jammies. I justify this by telling myself that I need to build up my strength for the impending slutfest.