Soooooooooooooooooo.......

Almost ten months. That's pretty fucking slack, I admit. But I've been very busy with life and stuff. And when you write all it often ain't what you wanna do when you get home. The last 10 months then - its offerings have been an unpredictable and unfathomable mix of the incredible, the good, the mundane, the irritating and the almost unbearable.

That's life, as they say.

I wonder if there's just so much of everything to go round. There's X amount of love, so once that's used up the Y amount of hate is tossed about. Etc.

Had a wonderful Christmas. Really wonderful. Was dreading much of it, but it was nearly all excellent. Then just days later it's a hugely different story. I end up pondering if it is in fact the world or in reality all a little closer to home. But grasping the rationale doesn’t seem to help much. Perhaps my X entitlement has been exhausted so I'm filling myself full of Y. Or perhaps the world's full of cunts.

Hard to tell.