And so I've been overly tempted....

Ah, blogging. Is there a single bigger waste of time and energy in the universe? Doubtful. Ah well, at least I have the comfort of knowing its not a plunge I'm taking alone. Thanks for that, Sarah.

So, to life. Or life as it's lived in blog-land anyway, which I suppose could be a complete fabrication if I so wished. That's quite a tempting thought, come to think of it. But, no. No lies. Yet.

So, to real life....

Easter holidays soon. Oddly fearful of 'em actually- inactivity tends to bring a healthy dose of lonliness along for the ride. Which is a problem for a manic depressive such as I (there's real life right there- I feel all self-referential and modern now. Wonderful). But sure- music will pummel me along, as well as a certain someone who lives in... Well, fucking Laois. Of all places. Don't get me started.

Snow Patrol are playing in my speakers. Actually, my Snow Patrol story (fuck story- experience is the word) is a blog for another day, but I will say this: theyre last album has made me endlessly optimistic about love and such. They even make Laois seem workable.

Well, not really. Goddam you for living there.

I've rambled enough. Later peoples,
S.xxx