Blogged Down

I feel bogged down. I feel blogged down. I feel... like that's probably the worst pun I've ever come up with. Life must really be bad if I actually bothered typing that rather than just keeping it safely locked away in my demented mind.

I feel bogged down, and I sat back and thought about my blog for a while. The conclusion I came to was that I hadn't written in it just for the sake of writing for what feels like far too long. It's all turned into, oh, writing exercise this, opinion that, couple of links here, review, review... and so on. I understand that these are the sort of entries that have, well, actual content and therefore have more potential appeal, but to be perfectly honest it all feels a bit impersonal. And boring. Mustn't forget just how boring I feel.

I feel all disconnected.

There doesn't seem to be anything in here about me anymore. Me! Me, I tell you! This whole blog thing is supposed to be about vanity, and self-gratifying narcissism, and I miss writing about me. Trials and tribulations and whatnot. Small, everyday joys. Neglected dietary requirements.

I'm not quite sure what happened in December, but it all seems to have become rather manic around here. That might be because, for me, this is, in fact, all pretty manic. Somewhere along the line I think I've lost my basic style, or enthusiasm, or laid-back approach. Something like that. Bit disconcerting. Not sure I like it.

So stuff about me. Don't want to lose focus and contact here. My hair needs cutting. I have three long nails, and the rest are just sort of confused and short. I miss vending machines. Think maybe tropicana and good wine might compensate, but unsure. Also, this is a stupid fucking country with crap weather, and I hate our damn central heating. Err... I'm fairly sure I didn't mean to say that. Must be the de-somethinged blood not getting to my brain correctly due to the frightfully unpleasant weather affecting my language.

Oh, and I'm really sick of writing about Christmas already. Stupid bloody commercialised festival of an oppressive genocidal religion. Stupid godawful... Whoops, there I go again. I don't know what my unmanicured fingers were thinking, typing that awful, awful spiel.

Anybody would think I'm just venting. Right. Yeah. Well, um, whoops.

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