February week 3

Well now, hello sirs! A very good morning and blah blah..yeah, I bored myself with such formal greetings. Is it even possible to be so utterly dull that that you are actually capable of boring yourself? I wonder... Anyhoo, I haven't been up to much the past week, in case you were wondering but you probably didn't because i'm quite certain no one spends their time pondering about someone else's life. Call me a cynic but everyone's self-centered that way. Oh gosh, you might be reading this while remarking to yourself "how dreadful" or something along those lines. The truth is, people feign selflessness because they can't handle their own egotism. And this is coming from an egotist, just so you know. But I digress, back to the original topic of my incredibly mundane life, I've done basically nothing I would deem as productive the past week. Yes, my ardently devoted readers that seem to be dwindling in numbers, weep for the banality that is my life. Alright, that's enough weeping for now. No one you know has cancer. Though, if you do, I'm terribly sorry. You know, I've inconsiderate tendencies at times. Only at times, mind you. Oh, have I told you that I've reached the conclusion that I now aspire to be a beach bum living on social security. Why a beach bum, you may ask? Being a lackadaisical hobo does have its perks. For one, it rolls off the tongue beautifully; much nicer than say, a lawyer or a doctor. Oh well, that's all for now. Tune in next week to find out if my dreams of becoming a good for nothing materializes! Till we cyber-meet again, folks..