I’ve got other, more important things to do, yet because of my stubborn determination to get a blog post out every week (or thereabouts), here I am typing what remains of my soul into a Word document. Except, it’s not a Word document, because I am poor and cannot afford a Microsoft Office subscription. I’m using LibreOffice. The shame of not being able to afford name brand products hangs over my head as I type into a program that looks like it belongs in 2008.

  The whoosh of the central heating in my house blows past my ears. I feel the slight breeze (or rather, the opposite of a breeze, as breezes are usually registered as cold air) brush past my face. I ponder over that fact, and realise that sometimes people do say “warm breeze.” I consider deleting what I just typed and replacing the whole ordeal about breezes with simply the words “warm breeze.” I decide against it.

  I think this has become too meta for my liking. Oh, well. It’s 9:53PM and if I stop and think about what I’m writing then I won’t get it done by 10:00. I’ve got work to do for one of my jobs. I sit in silence for a few moments as I get distracted checking my e-mails. I frown in disappointment as I learn that one of my new music jobs has a lower pay-rate than I expected. I feign hyper-enthusiasm in my response in order to generate good rapport with the boss.

  My eyes are starting to glaze over. I can’t fall asleep yet. It’s now 10:05PM and a sigh as I realise how long I spent reading and re-reading that blasted e-mail, pondering whether the job is even worth taking for half as much money as I thought I would be getting.

  Oh, well. It is what it is. I scrunch my eyes up (an expression which looks weirder than it actually is) in an attempt to keep myself awake. I can’t write any words with the last letter of the alphabet in it or else I might fall asleep. It’s really quite amazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…