I actually started this blog entry before, expecting to post it in the next 24 hours: It’s been 5 weeks. That’s why I’m keeping the title the same as I had originally put it as. And I’m also going to Control/Command C my initial starting paragraph, as it’s vaguely relevant to something vaguely to do with life.
Let’s hope you can’t read any boredom or bitterness in my tone after 6-day weeks of demotivated work-to-get-to-work schedules. Or my remote lack of effort to even organise this post slightly. Henceforth, we begin with the text!
I’m getting withdrawal symptoms. Of writing. I haven’t written since July. JULY. I’m actually mental now. And I can’t string together more than 10 words before my brain tires. I’ve found that my body’s response to this down-right deprivation is to cause me to forget any and every word in the english language. This is the worst in conversation, as I have to talk my way round these missing words. And if every intended word of every sentence is missing, you are going to have to do a lot of talking… or not.
Where is everyone, by the way? (TOO SLOW, keep up!) The blogosphere has emptied of any living forms. Is anybody out there? And by emptied, I mean the statistics of those who blog on a site of which is self-created and managed, and not including the words ‘face’ or ‘book’, has decreased incredulously in the past 2 years. Yes, I speak the language of “I think I know what I’m talking about but I really don’t” now. I honestly feel quite sad that everyone has moved onto doing something else. Or they’ve gone off to blogspot because they couldn’t be bothered with wordpress. Mind you – side note – sometimes I’m tempted myself with this damned SPAM! SORT IT OUT!
So yes. Sixth Form. Not much to say, really. Move on. Thanks.
Well the whole point of this really was, excluding getting rid of withdrawal symptoms, to say I really don’t know where time goes. I literally blink and everyone has gone. The days have happened. And I’m sorry I didn’t notice before.
