Sweet Holy Jaysus, I'm bored. So bored, in fact, that I have succumbed to the demands of my audience (of one at the moment - no, not me) to write something in here.
That's how bored this otter is!
There's nothing to do by the river today. Okay, so there's stuff to do but it's all boring stuff and all involves work of one description or another. I've done
some work, but I'm struggling to find the motivation to do anything more than just mope about and re-read the BBC News headlines.
*sigh*I really ought to get this blog fully transfered at some point but that means having the inclination to do so. And then having the patience to sit there and do a whole load of copying, pasting and editing (of the bits I don't want being brought across), which is something I just don't have at the moment. I know, I know - I'm a lazy, good-for-only-a-few-things, article. But, let's face it; so are you. You just haven't yet admitted to it. (:op)
I'm thinking about having some sort of feature on here; something for me to do each day (or each week to keep the effort down to minimum) that's vaguely interesting to do and vaguely interesting to read. Something like "Letter Of The Day" or "Dear Dr Otter", perhaps.
It's my birthday tomorrow, incidentally. I'm sure that little nugget of information has made your life more bearable. You can thank me with a card and a present. Cheques can be made payable to "Dr Otter" and sent to "Dr Otter. The River Thames, London, England." Now get cracking!
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