Saturday, June 19
I hate weekends. Really, really, really hate them. During the week I have activities, things to do, people to see. At the weekend I have nothing and the tedium is too much to bear. All the people I know are busy doing their own things and don't have time for me. I have to spend the time on my own, finding ways of making the time pass as quickly as possible. I'm not feeling inspired to read recently, there's nothing I particularly want to take photographs of, there's nothing I can think of making, no one to invite over and nothing to do with them even if I did, nothing to add to this website. The only things I can think of doing are sleeping and eating. And you can only do so much of those.
Thankfully, because it's the summer, often small events are organised for part of a day, such as the sale in the park last weekend, or Unity Day, which is in August. These tend to be quite rare though and don't fill the whole day. There was one this morning - a jumble / car boot / bring and buy sale at All Hallows, where I go to the yoga class. A perfect chance to get rid of the shit I accumulated intending to resell it on E-bay, but never got round to. Dragging two black bin liners up the hill full of things wasn't fun, but I made it. I ended up making around £12, which wasn't too bad, even if most things weren't sold. I also might have made a friend, also called Sarah, who lives a few roads away. She's gorgeous and thin and pretty and has long dreadlocks and lives with her boyfriend. Hmm. She also gave me a lift home with all the stuff I didn't sell. We swapped phone numbers, hopefully she might be able to find me some things to do in future weekends. At this rate I might have to resort to alcoholism.
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