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all hail the might of the infinite universe.

Bigger then the biggest thing you could ever think of with mount everest on top. filled with such immense capacity for possibility that in the mind of a philosopher nothing is truly impossible. icecream monsters, time travel, honest politicians. Yet i live in Woking.

Its been an odd week, i've been writing, skating and reading (story and Charles Bukowski's first novel) but mainly i have been getting increasingly annoyed with my inability to make a decision. I need a plan, a really good one. like mygyver and The A-Team got there heads together. The problem is with infinite possibility comes the lack of a decision. one path must be chosen, and one ring might be needed to bind them.

I want to do a masters, to help me write nice shiny words but assuring me nothing then a hefty bill .

I want to live with my friends, as there a great band of land pirates of gentle ilk and fun loving, but will i be a moody bastard slowly turning to group painkilling to dull ambition.

I cant do both.

PS id like to piss off to a country like Oz where my jobs needed, i could skate and actually afford things! well, maybe.

Its a bit of a mental loop. hopefully ill make the decision soon. maybe mygyver could pop around for a cup of tea and make me a cash machine.