Sunday, May 08, 2005
Testing.
Time, I think, to recommence splurging my brains somewhere other than the Friday Thing forum and humble myself again before the fickle Gods of democratised technology. I have no idea how this works, still, but I did manage to successfully add a link just there, didja see? didja?
I'm resurrecting this blog rather than this one even though that one was later. Why? I don't know. I prefer the name. The question now, before I even think about setting levels of disclosure (and it'd be great to have that option in your blog set-up, 'choose candour level - 68%', so that if you accidentally blurted something classified it would flash up an error message and the text would go grey and refuse to be posted), is who do I tell? It seems a bit vain to me, like telling people when your birthday is. A total of four people outside my family know when my birthday is. Do I like it? I do not. But even as I sit around largely bereft of pressies, I can pride myself on not being an attention-seeking snot. I suppose.
Yes, so newly and finally (I think) single after weeks of complex negotiation and multiple splintery heartbreak and confliction and gore, it's - da da daaa - outlet time. Yawn. Curiously I've felt scant urge to pour my heart out lately, dangerously overfull as it has been, and checking myself now it's still not happening. Nope. But then I still don't know this blog very well. Have to see how it goes.
It's pretty outside but too windy for a relaxing walk, and too much Sunday traffic. Kaine had an exchange of views with an astonishingly laid-back cow who regarded him sagely even when he raised his voice at her. Thought of schlepping all the way to the graveyard discovered a fortnight ago but (oops, my disclosure alarm just bipped). Plus, I was tired. I've been tired for the last however-long. It's a whole new kind of tired, not the old suctioning lethargy but this kind of brain-heavy heart-heavy sleepiness.
And yet, even though I haven't been single for two years plus, and the last time I was it was The Wilderness Years good and proper and hardly even me at all - I've got that sneaking feeling of re-expansion, of settling back into my skin on my own. Bloody only-child syndrome. Anyway, everything is still on hold for now in terms of how I feel. In the meantime, here's some music. And perhaps some food.
I really will attempt to keep this up this time.
Time, I think, to recommence splurging my brains somewhere other than the Friday Thing forum and humble myself again before the fickle Gods of democratised technology. I have no idea how this works, still, but I did manage to successfully add a link just there, didja see? didja?
I'm resurrecting this blog rather than this one even though that one was later. Why? I don't know. I prefer the name. The question now, before I even think about setting levels of disclosure (and it'd be great to have that option in your blog set-up, 'choose candour level - 68%', so that if you accidentally blurted something classified it would flash up an error message and the text would go grey and refuse to be posted), is who do I tell? It seems a bit vain to me, like telling people when your birthday is. A total of four people outside my family know when my birthday is. Do I like it? I do not. But even as I sit around largely bereft of pressies, I can pride myself on not being an attention-seeking snot. I suppose.
Yes, so newly and finally (I think) single after weeks of complex negotiation and multiple splintery heartbreak and confliction and gore, it's - da da daaa - outlet time. Yawn. Curiously I've felt scant urge to pour my heart out lately, dangerously overfull as it has been, and checking myself now it's still not happening. Nope. But then I still don't know this blog very well. Have to see how it goes.
It's pretty outside but too windy for a relaxing walk, and too much Sunday traffic. Kaine had an exchange of views with an astonishingly laid-back cow who regarded him sagely even when he raised his voice at her. Thought of schlepping all the way to the graveyard discovered a fortnight ago but (oops, my disclosure alarm just bipped). Plus, I was tired. I've been tired for the last however-long. It's a whole new kind of tired, not the old suctioning lethargy but this kind of brain-heavy heart-heavy sleepiness.
And yet, even though I haven't been single for two years plus, and the last time I was it was The Wilderness Years good and proper and hardly even me at all - I've got that sneaking feeling of re-expansion, of settling back into my skin on my own. Bloody only-child syndrome. Anyway, everything is still on hold for now in terms of how I feel. In the meantime, here's some music. And perhaps some food.
I really will attempt to keep this up this time.
