Nothing in particular

My witterings have slowed. Funny what you do when you have more time - well rephrased, funny what you do when you don't spend time doing other stuff. The other stuff I've been doing is working - a very interesting experience.

Anyway I'm all worried about writing my initial excitement about being a possible writer has been replaced by self doubt. I wonder whether this is an affectation, in deference to all the self deprecating and insecure literary giants of my reading childhood.

Now there's too much to say. Brian is very much in a must make most effective use of time and energy mode. Also spends much of it's said time and energy obsessing and thinking through stuff that doesn't need any thinking. For example - calculating which bar as yet unarranged only assumed meeting with friends after a class should take place in. Or perhaps contemplation of overall state of mental function, assessing tendency to depression and suicide - mental breakdown or serious malfunction resulting in murderous atrocities and/or imprisonment in Changi-esque asylum is my minds favorite fearful obsession. It's such a well known neural path of catastrophisation that I can experience it with a certain joyful nod of knowing, and a facial chortle when in sanguine mode.

I was contemplating happiness whilst capturing shoe squelching sounds...

No idea where that was going - joyfully interrupted by friends calling. Anyway...Have a funny thing to share.

A friend opened the conversation with I was doing the ironing and thinking well perhaps democracy isn't that great anyway. What a wonderful picture - upon futher investigation I learnt that the ironing board had a naked man on it who's heat sensitive towel had worn out and was no longer present even when cold.