Focus

Another week, another rushed attempt at producing something of any meaning. Perhaps I’ll make a resolution in January to pay more attention to the personal written shit I do. Or maybe it’ll be to cut down on the regularity of this so I don’t end up feeling like a complete twat every week when I sit down to do this. Perhaps once a fortnight will suffice. Then I’m only a twat half the time.

Anyway, as far as resolutions go, I can’t guarantee I’ll stick to it. I’m sure I put up some crap or other on here earlier in the year about how good I felt after going to the gym one time. To be fair, the first six months or so were fine for gym attendance. Since then I tend to drive a 5k a lot easier than I imagine I could run one.

If the inspiration takes me, I may actually come up with some sort of topic to focus on in seven days time. Knowing me though, that’s not going to happen. I’ll be lazily tapping a few more words into this about how uninspired and unmotivated I am and that’ll just have to do… again.

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Something about childlike xylophone tinkles and big brass band blasts. I can’t think right now, sorry.

Try not to stare directly at it for too long – I can’t be held liable for any dizzy spells or hippy-like visions that may occur.

The Go! Team – Semicircle Song