I thought I'd write a little entry in this journal this morning, seeing as I'm extremely bored, and would like to fill up this profile.

Firstly, as it's quite clear I'm not capable of writing a conventional blog and maintaining it, I'm going to scrap that idea straight off. So, here's a brief overview of my current situation. I've merrily thrown my drug-break and sobriety to the wind, and I'm chronically feeling the painful impact of poverty.

Therefore I have returned to cyberspace to attempt a continuation of this most fruitless of procrastination. I note with pleasure that I have decided to temporarily close my website of bollocks. I tried editing the layout and content to no avail but I'm past giving a toss, and frankly cannot be arsed. Deletion!

The reason why I haven't been posting is simple: I haven't felt the need to wax lyrical to my meagre fan base. Also, my computer gets too boring too fast now-a-days.
I'm feeling empty-headed at the moment. Like my brain was attempting to unravel lots of errands and ponderings, but then it all got too much then it keeled over. I realise the grammar for that last sentence was awful, but I lack the will to go back to correct it. In fact, I'm caught in the indecisive grip of ambivalence: there's an underlying desire to part with the troubles rattling around one half of my brain, yet no drive to expel them in any form.

I realise I seem to be complaining a considerable amount in this cryptic post, but I find this to be the only way I can vent my meandering thoughts until they can be soaked in the serenity of drugs and alcohol.

Must shower.