In recent times this blog has become far too cheery. I am not living up to my mantra of lengthy rants on how awful everything is.
Well, it is awful.
Bloody Tories. No job. No money. Fear of failure. Likelihood of failure. Haven't written anything creatively (apart from guides to countries I haven't been to) in ages. Lingering doubt. Agitation at human stupidity. Bungee-jump confidence levels. Deteriorating basketball ability, despite extra practice. Not being able to remember whether 'practice' or 'practise' would be correct in the preceding sentence. The X-Factor. Christmas coming up (combined with aforementioned lack of money). Constant, self-inflicted nausea. Transcendental self doubt. Writers block. Song-writers block. Desperation to go on holiday. The complexity of human interaction.
But aside from that, things are actually pretty good.
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