anaphalaxis

First of all I must apologise for my faliure to respond to just about anybodys journals over the last month. I'd love to impart an amazingly complicated month long escapade by way of a reason for my general inactivity. Unfortunately the truth is neither glamerous or gory, simply banal.

Yeah, work is really draining every ounce of creativity and energy from my soul. I'm getting ahead financially at long last but my brain is wasting away. Frankly since I drink maybe just a little bit too much regular mind exercise might be important, but I just can't face reading a book or anything to improve my mind when I get home knackered.
And although it isn't exactly taxing I haven't much felt like imparting my thoughts here either. It's lazyness really. I could easily motivate myself if I was inclined, as I have been in the past, but I suppose I've got into a pattern.
So, turn over a new leaf?

Once upon a time I was a letter writer. I had a couple of friends to whom I wrote in the old fashion, thoughts and philosophy as well as news, Alas one way or the other the correspondence faded every time. I'd rather like to do similar here, but I've had too many failed projects and never make myself promises in public unless I'm passionately committed to fulfilling them. But still, the odd thought or story might not go a miss.

Maybe tomorrow...