With wifi not available at home again until august 11th, I have been steadily becoming anxious at not keeping up with this blog through the weekends. I seem to put too much importance in trivial things that I subconsciously know will cause me problems. I'm going to try give an example.
I lose no sleep over money worries or problems at work and yet I need to put all the brown table mats in the left drawer and White ones in the right. I get stressed when buying food from the school type tray counters in food halls. I have this fish out of water feeling.  I didn't go to greggs ever because I didn't know how you went about it. So now if I'm behind on this blog it plays on my mind and it becomes a priority even above doing something at work. God it's not like I write anything important, why have I started doing this anyway??
It's the same with my diaries, it's something I have to do, like a compulsion that needs to be quietened or an itch that needs to be scratched. I guess it's all about leaving a Mark that I was alive, a smudge to represent my existance.