I've spent the last half an hour staring at the screen of my shiny new laptop. I've typed things up, decided they made no sense and deleted them. Now I am typing this up and I probably won't delete it because the kettle has just boiled and I can't delay much longer before I go and make the rest of my drink.
So, with that in mind, here's what I could have written about if I'd been more committed to the cause at the time.
Cats: Why do they never stroke us back?
That one time a girl looked at me and didn't die inside.
Charity ads make me want to save my money in case I end up like them.
I'd like to build a tower and be known as 'That guy who lives in the tower.'
Do Australians refer to themselves as 'Down Under?'
Why have dogs not evolved to learn more words for 'woof'?
This beard sacrificed a career in PR to live on my face.
What happens in Kavos should stay in Kavos with a bomb that we use to blow all the tourists in Kavos up with.
Social media blah blah blah.
Stop being French.
That's about it. Every one of those posts was half written up today and may be fully written up in the future when I've had more than 10 minutes sleep the night before.
Or not.
This crap isn't planned you know, not that you'd ever guess.
