Bordem and what follows.
Taking off from the end of my last post. (How long ago was that?) I guess the reason I really started writing (not writting, as friend recently pointed out) these was to alleviate boredom on my part and give me an avenue to put some of my more random and amusing thoughts down, so that I may go back at a later date and laugh at myself. Haha.
I ask myself then has my life become that much more interesting that I know longer find myself bored enough to write here? No, in fact I might say it is more boring than it used to be. Then of course it must be that I've stopped thinking, or at least having random amusing thoughts. Well, while I don't believe this is true, I tend to think this is the most apt explanation.
For it truly seems the more I have allowed myself to abandon communication with people outside my household the less I have odd little things that I think about. Variety is the spice of life, and I seem to have taken up eating white bread. If it wasn't for my wife, I'd be starving. It isn't that I can't cook, it's that I've chosen not to. Why? I guess I think that it's easier. Odd though that I'd allow myself to starve when food is within reach. (Not where I thought I'd end up when I started this post.)
