Starting this thing is probably the hardest thing to do, but then again thats probably a good metaphor for life itself. It always seems the most complex thing is getting something started, whether it be a project, an essay, a relationship or any other aspect of this short existence. It seems that the most energy that needs to be exerted is when your trying to begin anything. After that, you've really just gotta keep things running. Sure, you've got a responsibility to the thing, or person, involved, but the fear has gone. That biting, snarling fear of both a) is there any point in doing this in the first place, and b) will it be succesful? Or are you simply setting yourself up to fail again? Who knows, keep watching this space...
Today was another day. Aside from that, I can't really think of anything else to describe it. The only vaguely interesting occurance was my rememberance of how great a song 'Hercules' by Mercury Rev is. Other than that, I went to work, got sworn at by members of the public over telephone numbers, and went home. Didn't even manage to catch the eye of a certain lady in work who I'm rather fond of. I'll spare her name to protect the innocent. Also realised today that I'm coming down with the flu once more. Thought the sore throat was probably down to the alcohol consumed during Eurovision, and would probably pass. However the sneezing fit has alluded to the fact that there is something more sinister at work here.
On the up side, I've got the day off tomorrow to gather my thoughts together and watch the new Who DVD, therefore revelling in The Unquiet Dead again. That was damn good TV, as has most of the new series been. REALLY don't understand why certain areas of the Who fanbase is suddenly rounding on RTD. The man's done such good work on the show that to criticise him seems, to me at least, ungrateful. Damn, was really gonna try NOT to mention Who in the first post, aside from the title, but it seems I've done it now.
Does this set the tone well? I don't know, I'm not the one reading this. It's a strange thing writing, as you're writing in the hope that someone will catch your stuff and like it. However, when you're writing on a medium such as the internet, your potential audience could be everyone, or it could be no-one. It could be an entertaining read for many people, or it could just be a singular outlet for your own feelings. In that respect it therefore becomes quite a selfish act, writing. However, if its an outlet for thoughts, whether dark or light, that can only be a good thing. Anything that keeps you alive.
"In the morning your face cracks and falls, to the sea..."