Once Again..

Today I'm confused, well not confused just in quite a strange mood. I'm listening to Laura Marling - New Romantic. I'm quite happy in fairness, I have nothing really to be sad about, I'm not dying, I'm not thick, I'm not ugly (much), and I know some fairly amazing people.
Today has gone from shocking childishness ("Crack" jokes"), to just wetness, to a hard durable wood.
I'm in the strange position of having the urge to write yet absolutely nothing to write about. Is that still writer's block? Probably.
Once again I'm no closer to satisfying my confusion with women at this precise moment in time. It'll fix itself, I hope.

Quote of the day

Dad: He's Scottish he won't win.

I'm off