june

those happy few that know me understand that i have a curious relationship with time. i am perpetually late.
i see it as being a charming personality quirk - the sort of eccentricity that makes people smile when they tell tales of having brushed up against it. for others though it is an annoying rudeness on my part.

the thing is it is actually a somewhat wider issue for me.
i am not good at situating things in time. i can't do the 'oh wow i was doing this when that record came out' thing. or if i can i couldn't tell you when it was. nor can i relate things to their place in time.
so while i played pink floyd's 'the wall' to literal vinyl death i couldn't tell you when it came out. i could regale you with tales of how many times i went to see 'star wars' i would be guessing at the year it came out. (yeah i know serious fanboy failure).
there are several important dates in my life - and i am buggered if i know what they are beyond a vague 'happened in december about 18 years ago, maybe..)
(yet i can still remember my first telephone number....)

anyway this is a bit of a long winded way of saying: fuck me it's almost july. seems like yesterday i was making gung ho plans for 2018.
instead of the many things i thought i would do what i have done is come to work quite a lot (more  than i should), slept a lot, eaten, work, slept... rinse and repeat.
about the only revelation of 2018 is still i still find fart gags incredibly funny.

let's see if 2018 can be saved.
(but don't bet on it...}