Rode my bike, machined a widget on my lathe and mill, drank all the beers.

In that order.

I don't like working anymore. That's the problem.

I don't like working anymore. I'm over it.
Lost my passion for techy work things. All I think about now is hobby related stuff and where my next cycling trip will take me.

I'm considering discussing a 4-day week with my employers, but I need to decide if the associated 20% pay cut is workable for me.

Hmmmmm..... decisions....

I like to dip my Superwine biscuits in my coffee, but I get very upset when a piece breaks off and I have to scoop it out (usually with my fingers) before it gets too soggy and sinks to the bottom.

Then, what upsets me even further is when this happens to each one in the packet.

Ugh!

Yes, happy for a bit of cool weather.

BTW, if you posted this in a UK based lemmy instance, it may confuse a lot of people. Pants = undies. Good to hear you're not going commando! :)

I've often wondered why these posts have up-votes when there are not yet any stories. I'm the first to comment here today and the up-vote count is 4.

I hate fireworks. I don't mind a professional fireworks display because not only is it pleasant to look at, it also comes to an end.

The morons setting them off for what seems like hours, is the shit that gets to me. We have Ruru in the reserve at the end of our street and following every fucking Guy Fawkes, diwali, Christmas, new year's, and any other time the inconsiderate fuckwits set off fireworks, I don't hear the Rurus for weeks. Nevermind the other birds, dogs, etc.

Inconsiderate bastards is what they are.

Ban fireworks.

God, look at me. It's only 1 Jan and I'm ranting already.

Just ban the fuckers from flying again. That will teach them.

Pick up your dogs shit when you're out walking!
Drives me insane when I ride through it on my bike. There's one part of my commute on a shared footpath, and I didn't see the turd and rode over it. Sticks in the nobbies on my tyres and flicks shit everywhere. I will kill you.

Using one of my free power days, so I'm going to powerwash everything. Driveway, soffits, walls, paving, deck, the works. Do all the washing and tumble dry whatever can't fit on the wash line. Do all the, cooking, and probably leave all the lights on for good measure. Pity it's not a free water day.

I'm sulking because the thing I ordered online is only going to arrive on Monday (after the long weekend). I cannot begin to explain how this makes me feel. It should have been an overnight service, but somebody screwed up. I may have to say a swear word.

Fuck!

Nobody will care, but I'm struggling to concentrate at work because I bought a new MTB and it arrived sooner than expected.
Here I sit, while it awaits my attention in the garage at home, all by itself in a strange new environment.

I did consider pulling a sickie, but I'm not like that (karma, superstition, etc...). So, I'll put in a leave day tomorrow for a long weekend. Nonetheless, I'm gonna be as productive as a carrot today.