As you may have noticed, this blog has become a somewhat barren landscape as of late. My usually fun diatribes and egomaniacal rantings have dwindled to a trickle and I’m back to posting useless internet drivel, memes and other crap because quite frankly that’s all I’ve had the mental capacity for.

I’m not going to offer any excuses for this. That’d sound just too damn emo, and I’m not even feeling up to that these days. I’m pretty sure my loyal readers (all 4 of you) are smart enough to deduce the reasons why though. Yes I’ve been stressing out over things lately. A lot more than usual sadly. This week has just been one big stress-fest and it doesn’t look like it’s going to end anytime soon. I still have no job and no decent prospects, hell not even a crap prospect either; my attempts at fixing my computer have failed utterly, despite the help of overly generous friends; the bill collectors are starting to knock on the door and I don’t have a thing to tell them; my birthday is looming in a little over a week’s time and quite frankly I could give a fuck less because I’m seriously doubting that I’ll get anything that I truly want — (Note to everyone: Practical gifts can go to fucking hell in a flaming handbasket!); there is no sympathy on the home front, in fact the stress from there is getting increasingly worse as the days go by and it isn’t helping one fucking bit. Hell not even my Doctor Who post from yesterday wants to even fucking publish properly, so you can see why I just really haven’t felt the urge to post anything more compelling than what you’ve seen.

In fact, this post itself is becoming more and more arduous as I type it and I’m constantly (and consistently) flipping to a different tab to amuse myself elsewhere rather than blather on about how my life is currently crap-tastic and not getting any better…

I can’t even set aside my worries long enough to enjoy a show or even concentrate enough to work on either my game world or my story. I’m in a deep melancholic funk. Bleeeaarrrrgh! To top it all off, I’ve got a brain the size of a planet and all anyone ever wants me to do is go down to the airlock and pick up a couple of hitchhikers. You call that job satisfaction? ‘Cause I certainly don’t and don’t even get me started at the pain in the diodes all down my left side…

Meh. I think I’m just going to quit while I’m ahead and end this blather filled post while I can. I doubt I’ll post much more in the foreseeable future either so buh-bye for now.