The heater is on full, sitting in front of the TV, just me and a bottle of Jack Daniels (and a few cans of coke) and a little junk food. Sure, I want to lose weight as I still hate being overweight (and I'm still not used to it having been so thin for so long) but it kind of feels right at the moment.
I really have no idea why I continue to write here as I am pretty sure my family don't know I update it anymore (I certainly haven't told them) and I only gave the address out to a handful of people, none of which I am in contact with anymore. Maybe the odd random stranger wanders past, takes a look and thinks "Sad, lonely old man". Maybe there are no random strangers at all and I am in fact talking to myself. Sigh...
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