Nans' are always right.

I've been suffering from a general apathy recently which has left me with the motivation to do precisely zilch! The combination of no job, having to leave my course and the ever amazing gastric pyrotechnics seem to be the cause.

However, I've snapped out of it and my usual over excitable is back!! And whats more its back to stay!

That's not to say I'm not still crying at random moments, yesterdays highlights included, Dr Doolittle 2 when the bear gets the honey, when the fella text just to say hi, and at a car advert. Today I nearly started bawling when I took a short cut through the park to find the local thugs had been setting fire to it again, and the park-keeper (how very 1950's I met a park-keeper!) was trying to clean it up!

My sloth did give me plenty of time to think, and I was looking at some old diaries, when I remembered saying to my Nan, 'If I die suddenly burn my diaries, don't read them.' Her response was to tell me that all diarists (is that's a word, if not it should be) want to be read, because they write to someone else. I refuted this at the time, but now here I am blogging my thoughts online, assessable to anyone with a modem.

Which leads to another question just a new form of the diary, or the ultimate ego trip?
Are bloggers' writing for themselves, or to try and entice others into their world to satisfy their own egos? Now I should be answering this in a long and dry essay, BUT I did my degree so sod it!

Off to visit the fella this weekend, and look at some houses, here's where it all gets real!