Apologies

Forgive me my sins, audience (If you even exist, I could be wrong but I hardly think I'm a chittering hub-hive of watchery), it has been far too long since I last visited and regaled you all with stories.

Suffice to say; I'm really bad at this.

Blogging I mean; any other failings are to be elaborated upon at far later dates. I'm sitting here at 3.30am, mindlessly watching TV and exchanging whimsical texts; hardly the stuff of grand blogging endeavours, not the sort of things that dreams are made of.

All this is, you'll understand, cresting on a rather mixed wave; work is taking it's toll on me, the extra hours really battering me about. The fact that my leg is killing me from boxing doesn't help matters (And it's hardly going to heal up with all the pulling and lifting I do at work), siiiiiiigh.

What else, what else; sushi and drinking have so far been the bouyants for this week, enjoyable little pursuits to take my mind off of the awful month-and-a-bit long drudgery. More on my social dalliances at a later date.

To the point; this is my call to arms, an actual kick in the arse for actual bloggerific progress.

Wish me luck, I'll damn well need it.

Boredom rides the star wind

Wednesdays are rueful days of nothing and fail. This is self evident in the fact that I do resoundingly little on Wednesdays compared to the rest of the week. Even writing and reading tend to take swan-dives into nothingness.

I really ought to remedy this, but by the gods I have no idea how I would start. I actually thought that changing my gym habits to neglect Wednesday would break up the week and provide me with some much needed breathing room. A fool. I was a fool!

Instead I'm looking forwards, plotting for my future. I'm considering doing a Postgraduate Diploma, so that I have a chance of getting into a Masters degree. At the moment I'm looking at a nice (but pricey) online course in Edinburgh.

Details as they emerge, blog/audience.

When you find yourself falling...

Dive.

I'm not used to this, not used to this at all. I'm not exactly the utterly open type, content to prostitute my real thoughts on the web. I usually hide behind poetic metaphor, I like to lie to myself and pretend that it's easier to vent that way. But...I dunno. I'm bored, I need to express myself a little more directly. I need to try this blogging malarkey. Twittering has admittedly helped, it's got me used to rambling about random stuff, albeit in a slimmer volume of text.

So this is the beginning; the real beginning; of the MalkavianDelirium.

Mwah.