It’s getting uncomfortably busy in my life, but it’s not that I find myself without free time to do things in, it’s just that I’ve got more things I want to do than I have free time for. A luxury position, I realise. I’ve got a few half-written journal entries that I will, at one point or another get back to.
“Feeling Like an Assassin,” about my trip to Dubai.
“Who and What to Believe,” about genetically modified foods, additives, preservatives and the lack of unbiased information.
“Escapism, Romance and Cowardice,” about me wasting my time.
“Relationships,” about me losing my friends.
“The Social Network,” a film review.
And then I haven’t really had a proper sit-down to do some reading lately. I waste my time in public transport dicking around with casual computer games on my phone, or reading up on MMA news (which really isn’t all that educational and I could do without a little bit.) The only thing I’m happy with is pickup up Corrosion again. That’s actually going well.
Anyway, more later.