I think it might be time to step back from the internet for a little while. I've got some shit to sort out.

I feel as if I'm undergoing a serious case of cognitive dissonance. As hinted at by my last, not-entirely-serious blog post, I feel as if I'm a machine running some kind of flawed operating system. Windows Vista, probably. My perception of reality seems to holding up fine, I haven't seen any walls melt or any cats with women's faces (unfortunately), but there's a general feeling that when I'm faced with a specific kind of task (say, doing a piece of creative writing), the whole system goes "?????????????", as if my mind didn't have the necessary apps for dealing with that particular action. TBH, at the end of the day I think it's just a really bad case of Writer's Block, and I'm just frustated that I can't get my head into gear and put into paper all the half baked ideas that have recently flooded my brain; seriously, I've had so many half formed idea pitches coalescing in the darkness of my mind, which is bizarre to say the least. But because writing (ALL writing...it's even affecting my uni work) at the moment feels like shitting nails, they are worthless to anyone else but me, and even then...sigh. Having a colourful imagination is fine and dandy, but as I've discovered it can also become a trap if you never try to develop it and get it out in the open...where other people can see it, instead of being stuck in the dark basement of my soul.

Am I a robot?

Ho hum. Had a gum infection recently, it made my face look swollen. Not very interesting.

In other news, I'm trying to slowly disengage myself from Facebook. There are some really...odd...people on there that I would rather not anything to do with. And the thing with Facebook is that it throws up ugly bits of your past that you would rather leave behind....

The rented property I live in has been without power for the last few days, which wasn't a lot of fun for someone who considers himself to be Nyctophobic i.e. me. But the dark wasn't so bad, which makes me wonder what made me think I was phobic of it in the first place. No, the true annoyance that manifested itself during those dark hours was the demonically possessed fire alarm. Which it should have gone off when there was no fire or smoke, what with me not being to cook because there was NO ELECTRICITY, is knowledge beyond the ken of man. It went off slow at first, with a beep every few seconds, but last night it really went to town and brought the house down with its nonsensical techno beat. It didn't seem to remember it had an off switch because I kept pressing it to no avail and it didn't seem to understand any foul language known to man, so in act of great desperation and heroism I clasped my hands around the cord and slung as hard as I could against the kitchen wall. And it was then that beast was slain and the battery fell out of the casing from whence it came.

For about an hour or so I still had that "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH" sound going in a loop isiden my head, which according to Julianne Moore in Children of Men means that the cells in my ears are dying and that I will never be able to hear that frequency again. The electronic shouting in my mind was the swan song of those precious few, those lucky few, that band of ear cells. Come on, you remember that scene...don't you? If not, go watch it. If you do (or already have) you get a Boy Scouts "I got that that movie reference badge".

Anyways, I haven't slept and my head feels all...fuzzy...so I should probably go and do...that...thing...

Anyone here a fan of Adam Curtis? The man is a goddamn prophet.

In other news ,I have moved house. Yay.

My life at the moment can more or less be summed up by this Queen song:

Can't sleep. Making some tasty, chicken flavoured rice at 5 o clock in the morning. Ho hum.

Why the fuck does SG keep changing my password? It changed my original one, and then it changed the one it gave me and then it changed it AGAIN. All in the space of a few days.

Will have to investigate this. Humbug.

I went to the local Fish and Chips shop and ordered a large sausage (*snigger*) with chips. I started eating the thing and then...EEEEWWWW!!! Fucking disgusting. It was utterly covered in salt and fat and I could actually feel my arteries clog up as I gulped down that shite. The funny thing is that this is a place I more or less frequent, so I don't know eactly why I had such a bad reaction today...I don't think it's because they served me up a particularly bad meal or whatever, it was just a realization that I had been eating crap all along. It was a kind of epiphany, although I didn't feel anything special when I had it. I always imagined an epiphany would feel a little bit like an orgasm...more's the pity.

I had to wash down that shite with something, so I went down to the nearby Burger King and washed it down with more shite, which didn't taste so bad but wasn't what you would call "good" either. The moral of this story is that I now HATE junk food and I'm considering turning vegetarian for the first time in my life. Oh yes!

So...yeah.