12 March 2010

You wouldn't believe it! Nick just said that he'd read my blog today and that he thought that there were "parts", although he couldn't specify what those "parts" were, when I was trying to sound insightful but I wasn't insightful. I know I'm not insightful, fool! Missing the point, really, isn't he? I should think that he is. And, anyway, criticism breaks my heart - please address it to the comments area and not to my face if you don't want to see me cry. I'm very delicate. But there's really no reason to read my logorrhea if you're going to criticise it. You can simply stop. I can't change and I really don't want to. I think that might be the point of these blog things - I'm in charge. Perhaps that's what brought me to the idea of starting my life in blog. The control.

So, I'm back from my Friday at work/conference-affair. How arduous. But, overall, helpful. It's nice when we come together and confirm the fact that we are all approaching our work in the same manner. Drones.

This weekend, I'm going back into work on account of overload. It's fine. It's so close as to be extremely convenient and it means that on Monday, I'll feel so much better about the next week ahead.

Tonight I have no plans. I'm at that wretched point where, I've been doing so much all afternoon, that now I've stopped I feel a bit stunned. Generally I get this feeling on a Saturday morning. The possibilities of the weekend stretch out before you and you're so hungry to give it the smashing that it deserves, you just end up giving it feeble prods in too many directions until it's over and you've accomplished nothing that will satisfy you upon reflection.

Perhaps it's just me.

Much nicer to have a cup of tea and sit down for a while to calm oneself, surely. And so, this is what I will do. I'll be back tomorrow to let you know how the night progresses. Wish me luck. I might just need it.

If I was Stephen Fry, I'd sign of by calling you all "my fabulous tweeties" or something. Do you follow him? He's a riot.