Hobby Horse

I'm looking forward to this freakend more than any other freakend of recent weeks. I plan to combine the time with much-needed writing, Xbox sessions with Aaron, cheer-up drinking with my under-the-weather brother and other antics.
I don't work fridays thanks to my kind-hearted boss giving me that day off to write and "get the other thing sorted". It's good that he encourages this because, in the past, my nine-to-five slave masters have tried to crush the hobby like a multi-coloured bug. The fools! Thanks to not having to get up tomorrow, I can do my time-honoured 'writing until stupid o'clock' method. This seems to work well for me as the more bonkers ideas come forth. It might seem like I'm writing all this for no real reason and you'd be HALF right (in a way). At the moment however, people are actually waiting on me. I've tried to keep myself busy with projects either by helping people or writing things for people to film. It's a nice feeling akin to how people must feel about sports. It's also nice to be wanted and appreciated. It feeds the ego that will eventually leave me with a God complex or cause me to join a cult that believes in robots, space ships and crap sci-fi writers. I'll leave that to The Cruiser. I wonder how bent that guys soul is...Hmm...