My day pretty much fucking sucked today. I had to do my first tax return, and my printer decided to give me hell, attempting to print off purchase receipts and other none interesting, pointless crap. And, I fucking hate this process, It's not me. I'm a free individual, and I'm being clogged down by socialist beaurocratic kapiffle. And, well it annoys me. The good news, I know that I can claim back tax on some stuff, probably. But what all this means is, I haven't got to spend time twisting and jiving in Nottingham. So, I've decided to sod finishing taxes until next week, It's the weekend, and I forget that sometimes. Well, pretty much all the time. Perhaps I should start wearing a watch? I told you I'm a bit of a cluttered mess, who lives in the moment, with no sense of time, or direction, with no sense of organisation!
I think, in my heart, in usual man-mode I try to serve happiness on a plate for those I care about, I try to admit that I can do everything, be anywhere, give give give. But I'm learning that I have limitations, and I can't do everything I say I can at the time. And, I'm learning to be aware, and admit to the chance that I may not be able to, at the time. It at least makes me not appear to be a liar, or an inconsiderate, unreliable fool. Which I am. But I'm trying my best. It's just every man who actually gives a shit, and cares,  tends to wish they can serve the world on a platter for anyone who matters. It's what we do. We need to believe we can do extraordinary things, when only later we know that we're just men. Damn chromosomes.
Anyway. Today is done. I've done my best. And it's time to be with someone infinitely more amazing.