Having being caught red handed..

Having said that, here I am, and here indeed is my very first post. I've lots to talk about I suppose. Things that come to me frequently and I think: "If only I had a journal, I could have written that down." Well, I suppose in the technological age, this is probably the next best thing. I don't have time to sit in front of a beloved tome, gradually filling the feint ruled pages and getting exciting for the next volume when the current one is coming to an end. It sounds far too romantic, too Virginia Wolfe.

I suppose the inclination to create a blog has been niggling in the back of my mind for a couple of months now. Many things this year, both exceedingly good, and woefully bad, have escalated me to this position of needing a place to offload. Not in the pyschiatric sense of the word, you understand, just the need for an outlet, a place to verbalise the thoughts inside my head. It's all pretty base really, but it seems important nonetheless.

I look at the clock and see that it's 0618. Usually I don't even get up until half six, but for some reason, here I am. Maybe it was the sudden burst into consciousness at a ridiculous hour this morning that finally tipped me into the abyss of blogging. Perhaps. Either way, here I am. Like I said, half six is usually get up time. I've always risen early. I think it was the paper-rounds of my early teenage years that have affected me so and I think that I've never shaken it off. I was exactly the same at university; in fact, probably worse. I also have the thought that laying about in bed is not good for you. What a waste of someone's time. I think as I get older, that particular thought will probably intensify.

So anyhow, having never read a blog before, as well as never writing one, I have no idea of the etiquette surrounding such things and therefore will have to leave it there at 0622 with just a simple goodbye and a small level of satisfaction knowing that eventually I have started this thing at last.