It doesn't fit

It's late in the day and once again I've forgotten to write something til now. Perhaps I would have thought of something earlier but as it is this is stream of consciousness. Whatever comes out. Call it a literary experiment. Like James Joyce. Without the respect. Or actual quality.

I'm beginning to master the art of procrastination. I'm no closer to getting a job than I was at the start of the week. I've done nothing after Monday which constitutes jobseeking. I got up early (or earlier than the rest of the week) in a deliberate attempt to do something. I had to post some things I'd sold on ebay so I went out to buy envelopes and address labels. The envelopes were too small for all but one of the items I'd sold. Therefore I had to go out and buy some more envelopes. More time gone. And my ipod broke albeit temporarily. It's as if I'm subconsciously controlling my environment to prevent me from getting a job. Maybe I should just think about being a song and dance man.