Groundhog Day and I'm Feeling Repetitive
Apart from starting to learn Russian this Saturday for my upcoming Trans-Siberian trip things have been a tad monotonous of late. Having a quick scan of my last dozen or so posts I see that my musings have a well worn groove- it is following a John Grisham-esque formulaic routine. This tends to be because I lurch at the computer every 3-4 days to write not because I have anything particularly interesting to say but because if I don't I'll forget how to do basic stuff like linking and turning on the computer without setting it on fire.
How I Approach Blogs:
1. Take pills to stop the inanimate objects talking to me and making me do weird things.
2. Turn on computer.
3. Put out fire that has somehow started on the computer.
4. Gaze at screen for half an hour.
5. Check emails.
6. Go back to "writing"
7. Think of what happened the last time I went drinking. Embellish.
8. Write venomously how only three people every read me, one of them being my mother (this is something I think everyone does at least once in their blogging career. It's almost a must. Anytime anyone deviates from the number of people reading (3) or the family member reading it (Mum) the humour seems to be less effective. If you bitch about how the only people read your blog is 14 guys and an estranged uncle it seems less funny. 43% less funny in fact based on a number I just pulled out of the air)
9. Link to Wikipedia a few random words just for the sake of it.
10. Remember a funny t-shirt that you saw someone wear (i.e. 'I f-cked the Olsen twins before they were famous') and put that in the post somewhere to claim as your own.
11. Add a jpeg of said comment.
I think maybe I should stop taking the prescribed pills. Maybe the inanimate objects have something important to say.
Wondering what penguins taste like,