A New Hope
Its 23.47 on a saturday night/sunday morning - what better time to restart a season of journal entries.
As I reliably stop writing journals as often as I begin them, you can rest well in the comfort of knowing that this, unlike a reality tv show series, will come to an end within the space of possible two to three weeks. What we hope to achieve with this little column in its fruit fly mortality rate duration is three things. Observation, Documentation and Procrastination.
Observation - i’ll try and say something that happened in the day that i write. It may not be relevant to you or others’ lives, but those are the breaks. This is a blog - pointless, inane, anecdotal crap. Live with it.
Documentation - i’m happy for you to know what i ate/drank/pooped/watched/smelt/dropped/lost, as long as you keep in mind point #1
Procrastination - i’m not sure who this is more relevant to, you or I, but either way, the writing or reading of this column is wasting time which could always be used in the persuit of happiness, a cure for world ills or simply something less banal (see point #1) - but hey, the internet needs filling with personal crap to reduce the amount of room for commercial crap, right?
Day 1 of a new blife (contraction of blog and life, no really).
Watched 7 episodes of scrubs. Ate seven mini dime bars. Cycled a pointless circle. Ate shellfish.
Word of the day: Ulna.
