Lost Weekend and Writer's Block 6/7

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This weekend has completely passed me by, I think it's because I haven't got the ability to really relax at the moment. Next week I'm going to London for the weekend and I know I'll be able to relax there because no-one there wants anything from me. Sure I've made a few plans to meet people, but if I then upped and disappeared it would be completely fine and no-one would hassle me. I'm going to be able to check into the hotel and do whatever the hell I want, which is why I hardly ever stay with friends in London. I always get offers, which is really nice, but I'd much prefer the freedom to come and go whenever I like. I'm tempted to not even have the bloody phone on all weekend, though I might come back to the hotel on Saturday night and see a nationwide campaign on TV called 'Find Kirsty So We Can Hassle Her'.

I hate my phone. I hate that people can reach me whenever they want when it's not even important. Increasingly I turn it off at weekends and leave it like that but it's caused so much consternation amongst people that now I can't do it so I just leave the ringer off and only look at it when I can be bothered. If I'm at home on my own I don't answer the house phone, I find it galling that people should be able to make you stop what you're doing to talk to them. If you went to someone's house, rang the doorbell and then went and switched off your TV so that you had their full attention you'd think they were rude and obnoxious, but people even get out of bed or out of the bath to answer the phone. I know what you're thinking "Oh, but it could be an emergency!". It never is though, is it?

So I've let this weekend go and I'm focusing on Thursday when I'm off to see The Cribs in Coventry, and next weekend when I'm off to London, train strikes notwithstanding.

So to today's Writer's Block..

If you were exiled to outer space, where would you be sent and what would you bring along?

Now, I'm all for imaginitive questions, but how bad must I have behaved to constitute being exiled to Outer Space?! You don't even get 20 years for murder these days, what heinous crime not only calls for a harsher punishment than taking a life, but won't even allow you to continue to live on this planet?

Anyhow, let's say I was exiled to Outer Space, I have no idea where I would be sent. I'm still battling with the concept of exile being used as a punitive measure so I'm really not ready to try and map the solar system looking for a suitably uninviting planet. Let's say Jupiter so we can get on with this farce.

Everything I might normally take on a trip would be useless on Jupiter, why take paper and a pen? Who is going to read what you've written? I'd probbably take a ball. What's the gravity like there on Jupiter? Good? Yes, a ball and a wall to kick it against. Just me, on Jupiter, kicking a ball against a wall until I die. Is that what you want, Livejournal question setters?

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