The same old blog.

The clock reads 4:57AM. I woke up at 3:00AM. I kind of expected this would happen since I went to bed at 8:45PM. After my cinema double bill, I had a bad headache (aren't all headaches bad? Hence the word ache!) and yawned which told me I was over tired and perhaps dehydrated from coffee consumption. Which ever was the cause, an early night was to be the best medicine. But at 3am I finally dared to look at the clock. I expected that it was neatly time to rise but my six hours sleep had infact only got me to the small hours. So I decided to listen to some podcasts as I lay still in pretend sleep. I truly believe you can be rested from not moving about a lot and just mimicking sleep. It's all REST right?
But after a couple of hours I shut off the ipad and laid down in the dark.it took maybe two minutes for me to give in to my minds decision to write this blog. The world feels like its on still pause at this hour. It was only last Sunday morning that I did this exact same thing as I wrote my review of Resident Evil 5 at some ungodly hour. If I'm no longer tired, then I may as well do something constructive.
I've nearly reached 4500 views with this blog and I still have little clue who reads it. I imagine 99% of people stumble on it by words they are searching for, such as The Whitehouse in Washington or something and end up with my swearing.
It continues to be very therapeutic for me, even though a downside is that my diary entires get diluted because I don't want to write all this twice. After watching The Perks Of Being A Wallflower I am inspired to write entires to the openness of space like the letters that a character writes which all start "Dear Friend..." I do write this blog to no one in particular as it is but to start each entry in a way which is headed as a confessional or as if I'm confiding in some one close, is probably going to be beneficial. The hardest part is not writing the same woe is me or I love my son entires every time. While its fair to,say that the same thoughts and feelings do permeate each one of us on a daily, weekly, yearly basis, its probably quite dull to read over and over. But as I say I do fail to change things up.
I am happy that I still do write on here at all as well as keep a diary still. I only give 80% of myself though due to not including information which would be unfair on other people. My marriage failure for example deserves respect and therefore is out of bounds for ten years.
It will fuel twenty years of writing though one day.
But for now you will just have to put up with the same thoughts that I have.
Thanks for reading.