Category: old blogging

I can’t believe it took me so long to figure out why I was feeling down. And after I spent all that money on retail therapy yesterday! Chocolate deficiency. So simple. And so easily rectified by a large bar of Cadbury’s finest. I feel much better now.

I need positive thoughts and actions – I’m going to start by going home in a few minutes, flopping onto the sofa, cranking up WagonChrist to full volume (well, at least as loud as the neighbours will tolerate) and reading my book with a large mug of tea.
I’ll probably switch the PC on and leave AIM running, so if anyone feels like saying “hello”…
At least, it’ll be on until I head to the pub around 9ish. Then I suspect there will be some inebriated post-pub blogging around midnight.
At least that is better than if I blogged about my exciting new guttering above the front door ….oops!

[post deleted due to severe bout of self doubt. or common sense. not sure which.]

It has turned cold, grey and miserable. guh. But I’m determined not to let it sap my spirit, especially as have been feeling a bit more upbeat this morning and I’ve also been productive. Upbeat and productive? …no wonder it’s raining.

Philosophical Health Check – link poached shamelessly from Vaughan.

Things usually look better in the morning, and today they do. Probably because I slept well and had a few positive thoughts from friends. Also, Seamus’s tail seems better too, which is very good.

maybe I’m just too tired.

questions:
do I say too much here?
am I too open?
should I play my cards closer to my chest?
or is it best to be open?
or am I not open enough?
do I obfuscate?
do I think too much?
excessive analysis?
answers?

Talking of voids (you’re still with me on this, aren’t you?), rush out now and buy As She Climbed Across The Table by Jonathan Lethem. I picked this up in Waterstones this afternoon, and perched myself on one of their sofas to read. Within no time at all, I was up to page 60 – had to buy it – and progressed to chapter 24 on the train on the way home. So now I have two books on the go at once – never a good plan.

Beer briefly with Paul F on my return. Tonight’s topic of conversation – “gusset” – a feminine word that you just can’t love.