Second Helpings

Blog Starvation

I had a blog entry forming in my head about men and heating, but then it sort of fizzled and I couldn't be bothered.

I woke up one night with some ideas about hair and connected issues, but forgot what my brilliant thoughts were on awakening.

I contemplated waxing lyrical about my wonderful life, but I know you wouldn't believe me for a minute.

I thought about writing my schedule for NaNo, but seeing as I'm not taking part for the hundreth year in succession it seemed a waste of time,

I could write about why I feel I have nothing to write about, but I'm not writing anything much lately so there's no point writing about it.

So, what to tell you?

Erm...My virus is thankfully slowly abating, but I seem to feel permanently tired.

Erm...I'm hoping to go out with a hiking group next week, but have yet to find walking boots.

Erm...I can't find anything exciting or particularly interesting to do with my iPad. Am I missing something?

Erm...I find the news that England and Man United footballer Wayne Rooney is now reportedly earning over £200,000 a week very disconcerting.

Erm...The price of carrots, like eveything else apart from income is steadily rising.

But I've been having extremely weird and disturbing dreams and have this feeling something big, but not good is about to blow. A little to do with investigation and a lot to do with an unused, vivid imagination I suspect. I may be right or more likely may be wrong. We shall see.

But for now I'm clueless, hopeless, useless, joyless and blogless. So, forgive me if I decide not to blog.