You know there is so much that I want to say all of the time. I walk my dog every morning and every evening with 101 ideas running through my head but just getting the time to sit down in a quiet place (and believe me in my life there is no such place!) is nigh on impossible. So those thoughts, those ideas disappear forever.
Life just seems to be one race against the clock. Am I on my own here or is it the same for you? I can't help feeling like I am on my own. I hear people say they are bored. Bored? Fuck me I haven't been bored since I was about 19, stuck in a dead end job clock-watching the day away. But even then I made use of my time, honing various skills to improve myself. But yeah, I can remember being bored.
So my life now... I know you aren't interested but I'm going to tell you anyway. Aren't interested... now there's a strange thought. Do you ever wonder who would miss you when you're gone? I went to see the excellent George Clooney / Sandra Bullock film "Gravity" last night and it posed the same question. Who would miss me when I'm gone? Would anyone mourn me or pray for me? Not many I don't think but who knows. Everyone's popular when they're dead.
I think I'll leave it there for now, that seems to be a good place to pause... until next time.
