Time Out

Ugh, you guys, seriously, relax a little. Everyone, please, just relax. 'Ah, but john, diaries have feelings too,' you say. No they don't. They lie to you. Seriously people, it's getting really crazy, even I, the unorganised of all-over-the-place, can't do anything less than a month in advance. Who's running my life? Me or my schedule? I want my spontaneity back. On the train in the mornings people are on their phones, yammering away as if their life depended on it. Guys, you're not that important. I know you want to be, but you're not. Let it go, relax, have a little peace on the way in, because it's gonna get bad in a minute; you're just about to work a 12 hour day. It'll get done, someone somewhere will do it, I promise. No matter how irreplaceable you think you are, you're not. If you fell off a log tomorrow, the world would spin by. But don't get down, enjoy that. Take it easy. And most importantly, get off your phones! It pisses me off.