Here I am again, wanting to make a post but having nothing
to say. I thought of half a dozen things I could talk about, but when I come to
write them down they all seem boring, so I’m not going to bother.
The fact is, I’m feeling restless, disturbed and irritable tonight.
Being Saturday doesn’t help. I wrote a post once about why I dislike Saturday
nights so much; it’s the story of Little Red Riding Hood waiting to happen. I
have bad memories of Saturday nights. I even find myself distrusting people who
admit to liking them. I can’t help it; they invoke a personal demon. It’s when
people disappear into dark holes, and you don’t know what they’re going to
smell of when they re-emerge. It’s a very personal prejudice based on personal experience.
So, enough about that. It’s a long way to bed time, and I
don’t know how to fill the space.
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