Mot weekend

Wow, being at home rather than working over has been a breath of fresh air. I cleaned, showered, read, watched tv, played video games and read and it's still only 9pm now. It feels so good to be at home. The weekend is upon us again and after working last Sunday, I can't wait to potter this weekend. This weekend feels like a partial MOT for my body as I have a dentist appointment as well as an eye test. Fingers crossed both come and go without incident. 

I'm hoping next week is a whole week of nights at home too if it feels this good. 

The spring sun shine down on this part of the UK today and people stood out and held their faces towards the suns rays to catch the earliest of its warmth that they could. The sun brings with it a feeling of melancholy for me personally. I don't know why that would be exactly but I end up feeling empty as the sun goes down, I suppose the beauty of the sunset is still something I've only file rive witnessed alone. All the sings and all the films which talk of a true love shared are so full of shit that I'm reminded of the lies when I see a lovely moment. The whole joy of the sun feels like a lie to me and has me reflecting on all kinds of things which I'd rather not think of. 

I'm happier in the cold honesty of cloudy weather. Then I feel hope because nothing is worth feeling that down about. It's like feeling the opposite of everyone else...but then that just about sums me up. 

I've had a couple of ideas for writing but can't bring myself to fully commit the time. It's one thing doing this blog but it's quite another trying to write a story which will no doubt never be read. Why would anyone want to read a story which I write anyway. Even if they did...it would no doubt be crap. 

Now I'm in bed I'm suddenly really tired and so I'm going to listen to my body and get some shut eye.