A Mistimed Tweet

I have become addicted to Twitter recently. The last couple of months or so, I have tweeted constantly. Tweeted at my frustration at lack of form on the cricket field, tweeted at my frustration at being stuck at work at Nothing o'clock and tweeted my general frustration. Life is frustrating isn't it?

Twitter isn't though. Twitter is a tool I use to get rid of random thoughts that pop into my head every so often, and if you look through my 1,593 tweets so far, you will see moments of madness, boredom, happiness and annoyance. Occasionally though, it does bring me a bit of trouble. A controversial tweet here, a coincedental tweet there, and suddenly I'm on the Most Wanted list.

Bit of an exaggeration there, but tonight was a case of coincedental misfortune. It had seemed to Beddoe, that I had criticised him for going to Nandos despite having no money, but my tweet, "I think Mitten has been scammed", was more about how my colleague had screwed me over by not turning up for a shift I had given him. What Beddoe text me shall remain a secret, but I gathered he wasn't too happy at what he thought that tweet was about. In the end, I was left with a disgruntled friend, (but we have since kissed and made up!), and an even more disgruntled manager who was left rather short-staffed on what he said was a "stupidly busy" shift. I will, no doubt, be in trouble tomorrow for not turning up, despite not being expected, and we'll all get on with our dandy lives, with me beginning what will be 6 nights of unprecedented boredom. I shall probably sign some form that will go on my record as being AWOL, not care one jot, and get to work. I'm going to university in 29 days, 5 hours and 52 minutes, (not that I'm counting), so I don't care!

You can tell I'm waffling, because I'm trying to find things to do to fill up what has been a rather long night. I attempted to watch Series 7 of Red Dwarf, but fell 2 episodes short before moving on to watch gazillions of YouTube videos before starting a new game on Football Manager with Aston Villa. It is now 5:09am, with about another hour before I go to sleep, and I have resorted to listening to french radio, for the laughs. I can't really see what's funny about it, but its that time of morning where I really have given up trying to work out what my brain is trying to compute.

I start my marathon time at work tomorrow night, and have another full weekend of cricket coming up. It is the last weekend of the season this week, and we have zero to play for. My mind will most probably be elsewhere, (i.e. back in bed), and I will have to endure the ongoing tiredness wasting away at the "berp", but I suppose being kept busy is the best thing.

Sigh.