longing for away time

i want another holiday already. goddamn. i don't like this work business; far prefer sitting on my arse drinking beer all day. laughing with mates. somehow, i'm not sure why, but its more fun than editing endless interviews and trying to finish the demon known as thesis. bugger. need to devise a plan that allows me to do that all day; maybe marrying rich and boring aint that bad? oh god, listen to me!? think the marbles are officially gone.