My blog. . . my heavens, what on earth am I supposed to write here? Up to now I have been just writing down incoherent ramblings that just pop into my mind. Now I'd like to contribute to the sacred art of Internet blogging but all I can come up with is complete waste of everyone's time.

Let me just keep it simple then - I had a great time today, I hope the other person I was with enjoyed a bit of my company also. However, I still find that living a life of lie is wrong - I am not going into this again . . . don't worry.

Isn't it just wonderful how I'm just kind of having a conversation with someone, although no one reads my blog? It might seem to an innocent bystander that I'm talking to myself - it would seem like it to me. No, actually, this blog is just for me to write down all my thoughts I feel like expressing the time I'm writing it. So, you'll find some obscure hints about myself, others, my intimate life and the politics here. On some occasions I might write something completely out of character.

So, that's cleared up, now. How hard is it to go to bed. For something's sake - I am very tired right now - I want to sleep and rest (Some Supreme Being knows I need some) but my hands just keep on typing away. I should have gone to bed hours ago, but I'm still here? Am I fucking stupid?
No, I'm just human - apparently my brain doesn't seem to find a reason for me to go and sleep. How ridiculous - I'm gonna explain to my idiot of a brain that I need to sleep.

Cheerio.