It's been so long i actually had doubts that this would all be here.  But here it is and here i am back in the comfort of the work chair, procrastinating and writing to you.  No scary lesbian stories this time, no dodgy love issues or irrepressible boyfriend troubles.  Just me and my computer again.  It's kind of nice.  Down side is there are a lot less people to read it and lets face it, that is exactly what a blog is for.  No matter...

 

I'm stuck on a small conundrum of what to do with my life at the moment.  It's not that i hate my job or where i am, it's more that i have no strong feelings about it either way.  I have life nochalance/ambivilence/penis/ouch!  (Good old Eddie).  My job is just that; a job, and my life is running at half speed right now so i need to make a positive or even a negative decision about it to make a difference.  The problem there is that that takes enthusiasm and a desire for change to effect and i'm just lacking that at the moment.  So this has resulted in my sudden quest for the lost blog and the feeling that i must not leave the last entry as some tawdy description of past events from 2006 and instead i must continue to write down the blurb in my head that could constitue anything from the lost novel of 18th century cynics, almost the very first creators of cynicism and sarcasm in the use of mockery to verbal diahorrea. But more often the latter.

 

So here it is; the inner thoughts of my tired mind.  It must get better than this.

 

Right...?