Mus'n complain

A boot stamping into a human face forever. That's how I feel tonight, with the occaisonal moment of respite. Just to clarrify, my face isn't being booted, although some of you Simpsons fans might know that the booting is the traditonal form of punishment down here in the colony, the Orwell quote I began with just about described the mixture of seething anger, mulled rage and torment I'm feelin' right now. That's the way it is; have a day of fun (in the sun too) and be prepared for the pain to follow. It's like fire, and ice. And rage, and the Heart of the sun.

Reflections

So, Silent Witness is on ABC1 here. At the start of the episode, a man leaps to his death of a tall building. The episode also features a number of characters suffering from depression and anxiety disorders.. remind you of anyone?
Funnily enough (or not that funny perhaps) this is exactly what I was planning to do tomorrow. Although I must protest at the depiction of the person suffering from said anxiety disorder; from personal experience it is somewhat unusual for people (people like myself) to get that much support and understanding about one's condition(s).
I know I don't.

Grey Day

Why did I start this blog?
I don't know, at the time it seemed a good idea. Partly because I couldn't be fucked writing anything more on archeological excavation techniques, suffering from that sense of melancholy that comes nicely packaged with depression and another high OCD day. I mean yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.... wait, that's The Beatles. But my point still stands, I had a bloody good day yesterday and am paying for it today, why is that Universe?
Am I rambling?

Yes?

Well... I do that a lot, if your going to read this, you'll have to get used to it.