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.