I wish that I could write about more interesting things.
For instance a man died today in a Hawker Hunter, a plane my father flew, doing a stunt my dad used to do. Tragically he also killed others in this appalling accident. I wish I could write about that or how it made me feel.
I wish I could write of my pride in my friend Percy, who passed his CBT today.
I wish I could write of my indignation at Middle East conflict being held up as good for air pollution.
I wish I could write good interesting things like those.
But I cannot. Because today has been a rollercoaster up and down. But mainly down. I am sitting here crying and wishing I would just die. Literature is full of people who just pine away. Why not me?
Mrsinky and foal are out tonight, at her boyfriends. I shouldn't care. Of course I do.
It has been rough going all day, but I have crashed spectacularly just recently. I honestly do not know what to do with myself.
RantingScienceZebra The rantings of a bitter, twisted, sometimes crippled and rather mad scientist
Hello Inky. I've not forgotten your invitation to submit a flexing picture on twitter, I'm about 6 weeks' worth of work-outs before that's ready. In the meantime, instead of torturing yourself over not writing interesting things, why not go in the other direction? Check-out http://www.dullestblog.com for inspiration.
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