<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901335053622499817</id><updated>2011-06-07T08:35:58.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>from this room</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curzon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901335053622499817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curzon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786484266124062842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5901335053622499817.post-8289373206022270801</id><published>2011-06-07T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:35:53.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1 from my room</title><content type='html'>the day started just the same as the rest, with nothing much going on, the tv looping old american dad episodes in the player and a slight cigarette hangover.&lt;br /&gt;Put the pets out for their morning constitutional and a cup of coffee, brain cells coming around now the oxygen starved synapses flickering into life, the light comes on behind my eyes, no work today, holiday, garden needs cutting but can't be arsed even if it wasn't drenched through, the appeal of more episodes of six feet under is far too great, not nourishing my need for entertainment more like an hors d'hovre, my mind in agony for stimulus, the playstation winks at me and call of duty is now a real possibility, what have those terrorist pixels ever done to me to warrant an execution by my pixelated famas?&amp;nbsp; I muse this while another arrogant onliner cries no fair as my jack boot metaphoically crashes down onto his slight chicken neck.&lt;br /&gt;Enough, one more six feet episode before i really must get about my business, my own malaise making me wonder about the validity of my very self, why can't i leave this overstuffed couch (did i just answer my own question?)&lt;br /&gt;the need for stimulus rears it's ugly head again, the need for a hobby that may not involve my thumbs is becoming apparent.&amp;nbsp; Running? far too strenuous, The gym? even the thought makes me tired,&amp;nbsp;taking the dog for a walk requires near superhuman willpower these days. &lt;br /&gt;A friend, is that the answer, a real live friend? Not one just out in cyberspace, check my contacts list, family, work associates, friends with families of their own, strikes one, two and three.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Damn has it come to this, nobody to go for a quick pint and a chat with left, out of a really quite small circle of friends that diminished to near none existence over the years going by, damn is it that sad, my life, that is?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes it is even the one eyed freak at work has people he can spend time with outside of his family life.&lt;br /&gt;Depressing, must keep up the fortitude, the will to be happy, unflagging, unfaltering, unflailing, unbelievable, okay, okay shake it off pets need feeding up and at 'em, lets go, only three more hours until the tv can be switched over to the wise musings eminating from albert square, followed by some film i have either seen or just really don't care about.&lt;br /&gt;Then back to bed and wait for day 2 to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't wait!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5901335053622499817-8289373206022270801?l=curzon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curzon.blogspot.com/feeds/8289373206022270801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://curzon.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-1-from-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901335053622499817/posts/default/8289373206022270801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5901335053622499817/posts/default/8289373206022270801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curzon.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-1-from-my-room.html' title='day 1 from my room'/><author><name>sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09786484266124062842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
