snakemeister's blog

First off - blogpimping. I've linked to Violent Acres in the past (I think), and I've tried to make a habit of reading her on a regular basis. There are a couple more entries that I read today that caught my eye, and are, like most of her entries, well worth reading. This one seems quite apt for my own situation, and I wonder if things might be different, had I read it some months ago.

I had the last fortnight off, hence no posts. I'd thought about putting up a notification that I'd be off, and not to expect anything until my return, but there really didn't seem to be much point.

I had the last fortnight off, hence no posts. I'd thought about putting up a notification that I'd be off, and not to expect anything until my return, but there really didn't seem to be much point.

Earlier, waiting for his train, he'd watched a girl, also waiting, as she smoked a cigarette. Later, getting off the train at his stop, he finds himself standing behind her. He watches her settling her bag on her shoulder, fidgeting with her purse, fetching her keys and shuffling her feet. He watched her, wondering how it feels, the addiction. Does it bite? Does it burn? Is it like an itch you just can't ignore?

Earlier, waiting for his train, he'd watched a girl, also waiting, as she smoked a cigarette. Later, getting off the train at his stop, he finds himself standing behind her. He watches her settling her bag on her shoulder, fidgeting with her purse, fetching her keys and shuffling her feet. He watched her, wondering how it feels, the addiction. Does it bite? Does it burn? Is it like an itch you just can't ignore?

Guaranteed no whining in this post

I've been quiet the past few days. You may have noticed.