A tall man phoned me yesterday, and told me he was working on the flamethrowers for the giant six-armed monkey effigy. I dropped what I was doing to go and help out. It didn’t take long for me to drop what I was doing, as it was essentially a whole heap of nothing. I rushed […]
I felt angry at the start of the week. I thought it would have abated by Wednesday. It hadn’t. Being angry means that I get frustrated at things. I feel like I want to punch things, kick them in the head and then generally elbow them to a bloody pulp. And by things, I mean
Another thing you have to think about when you start a journal is what you are doing it for. Who will read? Is it just to get something out? I’ve written a blog for 25 months and spewed forth 120,000 words. I have certain rules about what I write there. One rule is that I
