another weekend down the pan… well i did some housework and watched a couple of films i guess. still not writing and i haven’t taken a single pic. i need to take a leaf out of bruv’s book – take the cam everywhere.

am i a photographer or a writer or just a jaded unhappy office slave? the choice is mine.

i’m eating loads of crap too. i want to slim down, but something is stopping me, or perhaps i’m not stopping myself… i haven’t started running yet. i need to start tomorrow.

monday is such a day of burden. it’s a new week, a new start. but my resolve only seems to last until breakfast, when i automatically give myself a sweet cup of tea to help myself to wake up.

it’s raining outside. the lightning freaked me out a little, it seemed to be getting closer for a while. i started worrying about having rubber nearby – i’ve read all those real-life stories about people being saved by their trainers… can lightning strike you through a window?

if i were happy, i’d have nothing to complain about. that would be a strange feeling. is that why i’m finding it so hard to change my life?