The Most Boring Blog Ever.

I can't believe my luck with the weather at the moment. I'm inside, it's all stormy and bucketing down, then, when I open a door to the outside world, it's bright, inviting, and nigh on warm. 'Your opening gambit is about the weather co**on!? You've been banging on for a couple of posts now about how provocative you are. I thought we were sharpening the old writing axe on this page?' I'm choosing to ignore that. If I respond to what I wrote, that represents what you, the reader, said ... raving, is all I'm saying. Sans ecstasy. I know a guy, who knows this girl who went insane. She was always a bit batty apparently, but she used to read to my friend from her diary. Abruptly, one day it was in the third person. She began to see herself from the outside. That's when you know someone's cracked, they refer to themselves as 'he' or 'she'. Fu*king fascinating, I mean that. Let's get back to the Mickey Mouse. Let's take a half-step back in time to the asinine. For the first time ever ... have a think about this ... for the first time ever, I lost my phone. No one has back up supply of all these numbers, do they? Who would do that? It is a crippling blow. Unexpectedly so. My reliance on this small communicative machine is a little scary. I feel naked. 'Do something about it co**on. A lot of typing going on, very little action.' I'm trying to get my head around a million things currently. I hope this has been worth reading.