Irregular blog entries = strong indication of continuing lack of enthusiasm.
How do I feel at the moment? Good and bad, in an odd sort of way. At times, I think I have a shitload of things to say here but my mind often goes blank when it comes to putting them down—quite often, it’s fleeting observations on some television programme I watched, etc., so nothing too exciting.
On the telly theme, it bothers me a bit that I sit and watch Who Wants to be a Millionaire and The Weakest Link, not with detached boredom but almost a genuine level of interest! Am I turning into a middle-aged couch potato? Even worse, the ‘Who Shot Phil?’ palaver on EastEnders had me fairly gripped. I should be ashamed of myself.
Thankfully, I feel my taste is redeemed a little on Friday nights (even though I’d rather be out having fun on Friday nights—not having a life crushes that idea): I’m hooked on Spaced and So Graham Norton—if you’ve nothing else to do, these shows come with my enthused recommendation, whatever that might be worth!
I’m trying to think creative thoughts here and there. I tend to write a lot of really interesting things in my head, but then I get in front of a blank piece of paper or a monitor screen, and something goes wrong. Lots of ideas that seem great in theory, but in practice… where to go, what to do! Bah. I have a mind, but I lost the instruction manual somewhere.