You know, aside from complaining about stuff, it's quite often difficult to think of anything worth writing about.
Something to say that will not be read by the countless trillions that don't read my blog.
I keep staring at the calendar on my wall which this month, features a fluffy cat fearlessly attacking some bubbles, and my mind wanders. Upon my minds return, the clock next to it has advanced by at least 5 minutes.
Maybe it's the headache I've had for the last two days, maybe I'm more tired than I feel... Maybe the rut I fought to get away from 5 and a half-years ago when I applied for a new job has returned... I don't know.
For all the things that seem to change, nothing ever seems to be different. Quite an odd feeling, one I can't quite put my finger on.
Two new images in the gallery. Ducks are nice, and a bridge. No hotlinks, I'm sure you can find them well enough whoever you are.
