Plag

I've never been good with words - there's not enough words for every kind of thought, so you just have to sort of go for the nearest one and it can be taken differently to how you mean it. the best analogy I can think of is rounding numbers. For example, say I'm thinking of 4.499999..., and there's only words for intergers (1,2,3,4,5,6...), I have to round it off and say 4, but that could be taken as 3.5. That probably doesn't make any sense to anyone, but I imagine you can sort of guess what I'm trying to say.

That's been a recurring problem recently. It's like when people say 'What're you thinking', and you can't put words to what you were thinking so you say 'Nothing'.

Anyway, this post is all over the place.

Also, I've gotta say thanks for everyone asking me if I'm okay, it's really appreciated.

Also, I'm quite proud I got through Friday without breaking anything. Which is always a bonus.

Since Friday, I've found I've had a lot of sort of empty time to do stuff that I'd like to do - for sad, soul-crushing example, I've deleted my saved data on Dragon Age and started it properly: brilliant game. A lot grittier than I'd imagined, which is good. I could do with a gritty RPG.

Also, I've read a reasonable amount this weekend. Lewis Carroll's a fucking genius.

I've also (I realise I'm overusing 'also') been getting up earlier this weekend. I got up not long after seven today and yesterday. Today I did most of my homework before going out to see my dad's new house in Hutton. Isn't it great that I enjoyed my homework? Not great - what's that other one? Soul-crushing. That's the one.

Adieu.