I’ve been working back through this sites archives and have to admit that I don’t know why I bother listing the first year or so of blogging. Sure there are some longer bits that aren’t too bad (for the standards I was setting back then at least), but mostly I lapse into minimalist statements of my mood. For example, here’s what I was saying four years ago today:
Miserable, depressed, confused and thoroughly hacked off with life. OK, not quite yet but it is heading that way. Relaxing weekend went wrong on Saturday night and have spent whole of Sunday trying to relax and forget it, but can’t.
Not a particularly enjoyable or interesting read, and to think I used to wonder why no-one visited.
It does strike me that, for the large part, the bulk of my posts are almost entirely governed by my mood. Granted that “mood” (that is completely the wrong term for it but bear with me) has been fairly extreme in the past – it’s the reason this website exists after all – these days it’s as settled as most with only occasional dip towards that looming chasm (can I stop with the awful metaphors yet?).