Why does blogging become pointless when I have a very packed life? Hm..
Maybe there is some truth to my sister's view that only bored people blog.
I refuse to agree totally, but then again, it seems to be damn true for me.(evidential support)
Whenever I feel happy with the way things are going, I hardly visit my blog...
When things get sucky, I want to type loads of stuff (unload).
Maybe unhappiness is a better source for motivation and inspiration for writing.
Die! I'm generalizing, but then again why are suicidal writer's work so much more intense?
Another 1 of those questions worth pondering in life to waste some time.
I have one more good question, why is work such a blank, bland, dry, totally tasteless subject?
No wonder I have yet seen a good book on 'work'.
Goodness, we (or maybe it's just me) desperately need good literature on this
disgusting topic.
Work. (Bah!) My whole brain goes dry and dies a little at that word
Oh. Results are coming out tmr, can't seem to be bothered. (abnormality)
What is happening? Must be the side effect of work..
tsk tsk.
How did my mum do it? I wonder if they have permanently damaged brain.
Symptoms: lack of imagination, terrible terrible sense of humour (office jokes-shivers), run on coffee, toilet breaks are considered fun. (I shan't go on...I'm being horribly bitchy today)-another symptom.
blame it on work again.
There