There have been no blogs.  Anywhere.  No vlogs.  Nor phlogs either.

Simple reason being, I just can't be bothered.  I've become disillusioned with a whole ton of things, that any time I've thought about blogging, it would just be a complete emo pit of despair, and I'm not that kind of guy.

So instead, I just haven't bothered.  I am still alive, and well for the most part.  I'm still suffering from what I call 'Slides', although they've become more frequent, but not lasting as long, so I guess that's ok.

I'm about to start learning to drive again, whenever I can get the cojones to.  I'm also losing weight, down to just a blip above 16 stone, from just under 17 last month.  I am going to lose more weight.  Because every time I look in the mirror I see a fat mess looking back, and it's another part of what's dragging me down.

Suzi's still my housemate, despite some random madness, she's the best housemate I could ask for, and a lot nicer to look at than the past few.  She's also driving, and last week we went up to Helens Bay for a walk, and for a half  hour or so, I was at peace with myself.

First time in a long time I guess.  I've been running on full burn for a few months now.  Which has taken a lot out of me.  If it weren't so cold I'd have stayed a lot longer to stare out at sea, something calming about that, always found the sea breeze and scenery very realxing.

Next Tuesday I turn 27.  That scares me.  Kurt Cobain died at 27, Jimi Hendrix did too, and Jim Morrison.  Not that I plan on dying you understand.  But they did so much with their time.  I realise I've done little.  It's odd really, when you're 21, 27 seems so far away, hell, even when I was 24, it seemed a long way off.  Now that I'm here, it's not a boot off 30, and 30's not a kick up the arse away from 40.

I guess time is elastic, ya know?  People say that as you get older, the years don't stretch out in front of you, they race up to meet you.  I'm seeing that now.

Went to see 300 on Sunday.  That was fantastic, well worth it.

Anyways, I'm late for work.  Ciao.