Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Timing out

Today's lyric:
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"You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week."

The Clash: "All the young punks (New boots and contracts)"
From the album: "Give 'em enough rope"

Always playing, always playing

I get 26 days for annual holidays. So, taking out Bank holidays and weekends, that means I work about 231 days each year.

Which means at least 462 commutes (excluding the odd, onward diversion to S6).

And at 45 minutes (average) per commute, I therefore spend a minimum of 20790 minutes in railway carriages.

Which equates to 14.44 days.

That doesn't seem right?

That doesn't seem long enough, compared to how long it feels like.

Labels: Ramblings