Whores will have their trinkets.

Ok. Maybe time for an actual diary entry. Last night was a work night, first week back after being sick, and, without wanting to trip into the melodramatic, it excelled in its averageness. No strong negatives about it and a smattering of mild positives. It perked up a bit at the end when a friend I don't see as much as I liked insisted on my company for an hour or so, so in the great marking system of life I'll give the night a C+, maybe a B. Good, but not in the top ten or anything.

Then today was more of the same really, productive but not ground-breaking, a few frustrations but mostly just plugging away. Then out for a few hours. We go out because it has more potential than staying in, but strangely once out I stop thinking about why I was motivated to be there and slip into a safer world of routine and avoidance. Maybe that's something to work on this weekend, after all, anything can happen in a weekend.

I'm not so happy with this blog, it lacks in much point and isn't particularly readable on any level, but I'm glad I had the discipline to do it, hopefully I'm at the bottom of a mountain rather than on a dried up river bank. We'll see.

Law of Averages.

There's gonna be more than a few days in life where you wake up, for whatever reason, feeling like you just want to stay in bed, maybe make a few sarcastic comments on the internet, but beyond that not really get involved in the day.

If on those days you can find yourself spending time with 3 different sets of friends, who all ask for your company, and while with each set end up talking to people orbiting the situation. You can't help but feel reassured that it really is worth getting out of bed each day. No matter what else, small or large,  happens when you do take that risk.

It's easy to forget.

You have to write a diary every day I thought. It's the only way you'll get back into practice at it I thought. Doesn't matter if nothing happens, or if it's only a few sentences, just have some discipline about it.

So, a month of nothing, I'm ever so proud. 

I've had loads of thoughts as well. Loads of them. Obviously I've forgotten them all now, but some of them were almost interesting, I can assure you that.

At least stuff has been done, there was a music festival, and a home town gig, then the band split up. I guess I really should have written a long and sentimental blog about letting go of something that has been a focus of your life for 5 years. That's longer than my longest relationship and I could fill all the paper in Office World (it will never be Staples) about that little nugget of experience. But, as with when most things end, I'd let go of the band long before it let go of me, so it went with a whimper and not a bang.

Then there was Edinburgh and the Fringe. So I got to spend a week standing on the patch of this planet where I feel most comfortable, and romanticised the everyday sentences in my head. I also watched a stand up comedy show on top of an extinct volcano, take that bingo card of life!

And now we're in the busiest time of my year, so it stands to reason I start blogging again, the 4 weeks that determine the path my next 9 months will take. Let's see what happens.