everytime i have time for blogging i can't remember what i wanted to write. it's when i'm almost asleep and to tired to get up that i think of the most amazing things to write.
it's wierd how i suddenly go from being excited about my very full life, to feeling crap about the emptiness of my non-linear life. i'm confused because concrete linear lives are really boring to me, but looking at an intangible scattered life feels like chasing a soap bubble, catching it and ending up with nothing.